Category Archives: doing what she forgot

WHY MRS. CLINTON IS GONE*

*(From this Header Image Randomized  File)

As by election she’s gone,

Blog administrators move on…

Needed space

For the poet’s face,

And his wife–picnicking on the lawn!

And which would he rather see–

Clinton or industry…?

His options voiced

And made his choice,

Mrs. Clinton, you are now “free”.

Have you seen the poet’s new hat,

Fake beard and all of that…?

Come again

Let the images run,

And maybe in time, you’ll see that!

–Jonathan Caswell

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WANTED…CLOSE COMMUNICATING!

WANTED CLOSE COMMUNICATING!

The problem was both had hurts,

Committed by trousers and skirts…

Commitment to trust

Gathered rust,

Both thought the other curt.

Walls and grudges build

Despite commitments to yield…

Many a marriage

Is disparaged,

By combat in the field.

Obvious one doesn’t understand,

The other’s health demands…

One bends over,

The other takes over

And pushes one into badlands.

The verbose one wonders why

The silent one won’t try

to open

As they’re hoping,

To fill them in bye-and-bye.

The silent one’s thoughts run sarcastic,

The other one listens to drastic…

And half the time

Is not so inclined,

They both fall into that basket!

–Jonathan Caswell

EFFERDENT–IT WENT?

EFFERDENT–IT WENT?

The wife wanted EFFERDENT,

He wondered where it went?

Bought it and gave

It to her to save,

Its need was evident.

He arose in the middle of the night,

Often did, to set things right…

The stuff as it were

Was hidden for sure,

Effectively out-of-sight!

Rather than wake the lass,

He would, this once , let it pass…

Not really new

But he wanted to

Put some in with her choppers in the glass.

–Jonathan Caswell