Category Archives: a hottie grandmother!


Thinking of things to say,

Supplying wit for the day…

Virility fades–

Less interest in maids,

Expecting youth to stay?

Trying hard being witty,

I’s harder to write a ditty…

Generational ties

Slip in my eyes,

A lot of stuff isn’t dirty!

I think I’ll leave it so,

I found my loving doe…

It’s not the same–

No children to name–

But I love her from her top to her toe!

–Jonathan Caswell


Sunny, clear and cold,

We celebrate as of old…

A warm embrace

Fingers trace

On skin patterns bold!

Hey–romantic ;love,

Being closer than in a glove…

The day we’re telling

Our heart swelling

Is for our turtle dove!

Presents and cupcakes reign,

Romantic foods by design…

Baubles and things

Give love wings,

Or at least that’s the hoped for sign!

–Jonathan Caswell


A comment about blogging fashion,

It obviously is one’s passion…

Those who will

Stand very still.

Being sure nothing worn is clashing!

Others don’t model themselves

But find pictures on e-shelves…

Festooning the blog

So that we are agog,

That followers at there dwell!

This poet does very well,

On personal appearance do tell…

You’ve seen my dress–


When I come out of my shell!



An industry’s hit a snag,

(Well isn’t that his bag?)…

No photo is  best

I’ve searched the rest,

To put on the “bakery” tag.

I have seen flour transfer stations,

Perhaps this is that situation?

A two-track yard

But not for lard,

Elsewhere for that consummation!

(the above pic. would be fine…enlarged!)

–Jonathan Caswell


There are problems ogling wives,

Others may take yours a prize…

Husbands may upset

Your running bet,

Making you pay with your lives!

Be careful–don’t get attached–

To women already matched…

It may turn true

They’ll be fond of you,

But likely prefer their own catch!

As he thinks so he is,*

His thoughts and business are his…

Would he like his wife

Be chased for life,

And made to share who is his?

–Jonathan Caswell

*Proverbs 23: 7

Matthew 5: 27-28


Finding exciting posts,

I’ve torn through…most…

Pictures great


This poet by every post!

Gleefully he’s run through,

All these to view…

Has  waited

Till more created,

He’s let down and turning blue.

Reviving other interests rough,

Or writing his poetry tough…

Little to mind

On which he can grind,

Out something more than fluff.

All those posts excite

So he doesn’t WANT to write…

Must muddle through

With writing to do,

He’s obligated in spite!

Too much eye candy rots,

Out productive lots…


Thought in connecting,

Mentally connecting the dots!

–Jonathan Caswell