The end of tension mounting,

Time for our accounting…

Were exits clear

And fixtures in gear,

And this year—no shouting!

I’m sure we’ll be cited for stuff,

Like we have more than enough…

My bench of wood

I moved to the good,

Having it near the heater was rough!

Diana and I pushed,

Until we both were bushed…

And pleasantly

Inspection’s “finis”

Until next year’s faces flushed.

–Jonathan Caswell


This entry was posted in Uncategorized on by .

About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.