Category Archives: plastic-sheathed

POET…AFTER (A) FASHION!

He calls himself “fashion poet”,

One or two others know it…

In pursuits

Avoiding lawsuits,

He certainly doesn’t want to blow it!

Him being man and all,

Must carefully judge his call…

With less passion

Than stereotypical fashion,

Not being the Beast at the ball.

Gender matters to him,

Especially if women…

They’re the kind

He most has in mind,

Do they mind if he tiptoes in?

–Jonathan Caswell

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PAINTING PARTY!

PAINTING PARTY!

(Tune of THE YELLOW ROSE OF TEXAS)

Residents have a painting party

Half-an-hour from right now,

The room is sheathed in plastic–

Will the painters take a bow…

Copying one picture

In acrykic color paint,

Billed as fun for everyone

But Rembrandt it ain’t.

We are grasteful to the folks that

Brought this lady in,

At the risk of leaving carpet stains

Fun causes quite a din…

As for the Poet

His hands often shake,

It’s been a while since he’s tried

A straight line to make!

Like Joni Erickson-Tada,

I could paint with my teeth,

Don’t like the taste of brushes

But my choke reflex is brief…

I think I’ll stay with painting words

On the screens of reader’s minds,

And if I make a typo

I’ll catch it …in time!

And if I make a few typos…

I’ll catch them…in time!

–Jonathan Caswell