Category Archives: limerick poem

COMPLAINT DEPARTMENT

COMPLAINT DEPARTMENT

I’m going to lodge a complaint,

The readable print—white paint…

This magnifier

Is a liar,

The window expands–not great!

–Jonathan Caswell

AFTER-DINNER BLOG

AFTER-DINNER BLOG

Finished our dinner and I

Went down the hallway to type…

The group was finishing dinner,

The beans were just not my type!

Sat down and started working,

And Pat tripped over my bag…

Apologized–my fault it–

Out of the way went my swag.

Remembered I left the oven

On at three seventy-five….

If I don’t go and turn it off

My wife might skin me alive

*not really…but I’LL HEAR ABOUT IT!!!).

–Jonathan Caswell

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OUR FORMER DETECTIVE

OUR FORMER DETECTIVE

A woman came in to look

for her specially-marked book…

She’d put it down

Somewhere around,

By somebody else was it took?

In court offices she was known

As “detective”, reputation grown

Over time

‘Csuae she would find

Anything with enough time sown.

I hope her confession is true,

Because books around here have two…

Legs and walk

Off in the dark,

Whether marked…or new!

(I didn’t do it—-hones—not this time!)

–Jonathan Caswell

HIS “CANE-DITION”

HIS “CANE-DITION.”

He wants to stop walking with canes,

But balance issues remain…

On shiny waxed floors

He’s cautious of course,

He doesn’t want a fall-damaged brain.

After tension he waked too fast,

Small steps on tiptoes he cast…

Forward too far

But his cane took the jar,

Preventing him falling at last!

He balances okay without

Putting his cane down with doubt…

Still is short-winded–

Long walks are rescinded

Unless he can stop and puff it out.

He carries it with askance,

As a sort of balancing lance…

“Sir Jonathan,”

Easily out-run,

Tries by hitching up his pants!

–Jonathan Caswell