He taught the Kings English in China,

A British accent sounded “fine-ah”…

Twenty questions (AND MORE)

He laid at my door,

Most of them answered in line’ah!

Unschooled in American speech,

This specialty I could teach…

Found a landlady

Pleasantly drove him crazy,

Changed his impression one by each!

His wife came for a visit,

My need to go home–exquisite…


He got from me,

How glad I was to miss it!

Our rooms had a common heat vent,

Any sound easily sent…

One room tothe other

In ways I won’t bother,

About another lodger present!

finally, he wouldn’t go home,

He left his wife and moved on…

The People’s Republic

Wanted no more of it,

I lost track of him, further on!

Jonathan Caswell

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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

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