Category Archives: redheads

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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SARAH WITH AN “H”

SARAH WITH AN “H”

Th eye doctor has a jewel

Called Sarah with an “H”…

A redhead I remember from last year

Who has many positive traits!

Her folks from Lancaster county, PA,

And she lived up near Cooperstown..

She knows on the map where Binghamton is,

All places I’ve been around.

Found out that she likes poetry

and was willing to take a look…

At a blog (this one!) she just learned about

And on Thursday, she’ll receive my book.

How pleasant she is–professional too–

Shifting patients with caring and grace…

I’d be honored to be under her care

When next I visit the place!

–Jonathan Caswell  (May need editing…my eyes are still dilated!  Wanted to get this posted before she checks in again!)

HAREM SCARE’EM AND ME!

HAREM SCARE ‘EM AND ME !

(To the tune of “THE YELLOW ROSE OF TEXAS”…A SONG)

He thought he’d like a harem–

Oh, what a great idea–

Collecting beautiful women

For each day of the year…

Have one of every hair color:

Of red-heads, two or three,

Some that change with the season

Oh what a company!

But modern girls aren’t like the ones

That lived in olden time,

They’re much more educated,

Don’t easily resign…

Their lives and their futures

To a fat cat jailer-king,

To volunteer they’d like to hear

His cash disbursement ring.

Logistics would be maddening

Even if all were convinced,

Coming from all over

When he saw the bill he winced…

He began feeling outnumbered

Cooperation thin,

Instead of coming one-by-one

They all came after him!

He couldn’t pay their wages

So all up and left,

His fine plans for his evenings–

Not a single one was kept…

And then he got the bills for

The leaving of each one,

He decided then and there

Modern harems were no fun!

I thought of the same thing myself,

Like “THE HAREM OF BIRDS”

But only beautiful bloggers–

Women, in other words…

An exclusive club with just one man

My wife would veto fast,

My flesh already wants control—

The concept sounds a blast.

But thinking realistically

My cost is way too much,

I’ll lose those friends who cannot stand

A married man’s touch…

Long-distance relationships

Are harder to maintain,

I’d just as soon give up now

Before I feel the pain!

–Jonathan Caswell

GOOD THING, TOO

GOOD THING, TOO.

At least two women have figures

These redheads embody no stigmas…

But to his eye

He’s ready to fly,

To either one’s beckoning fingers!

It’s not that they act unkind,

But don’t encourage his blind…

Devotion that’s plain,

Or cause him pain,

They’re not interested in his kind!

–Jonathan Caswell

MY PASSING FRIEND

MY PASSING FRIEND

She’s the only one who remarked

About my freshly shorn hair…

The one who always stops

To smile when I’m there.

She is a good friend in passing

Nearly every night…

Never for harassing

But for spreading delight!

The ending of Sarah’s workday

Near the beginning of mine….

Coincides with a pleasant exchange

For one passing point of time.

–Jonathan Caswell

SOME PENTATETTE SUBMISSIONS:

SOME PENTATETTE SUBMISSIONS:

I submitted limericks to THE PENTATETTE** for several years. These are just a few.

It’s raining and snowing together,

The perfect Worcester (Mass.) weather…

But here’s the trick,

It better not stick

With cars driving hell-for-leather!

–J.E.C.

Blogging of a starlet’s spiral

Downwardly took off viral…

What is stank,

She laughs to the bank

Not caring her story’s hirel.

–J.E.C.

I once had red hair you see,

But grey, black and bald’s left to me…

My prejudice arose

‘Gainst the men I suppose,

Because anger for me was easy!

–J.E.C.

In October his Mom died of cancer,

After all this time there’s no answer…

Why he’s not cried

But deep inside

The issue takes more than a glance, sir.

–J.E.C.

He once knew a family from Douglas

Whose home was practically bug-less…

They sprayed lots of mist

With chemical fist,

Poisoned the dog and went pugless!

–J.E.C.

**THE PENTATETTE is an on-line and printed newsletter specifically for limericks.  See http://www.limericks.org for details.

RAVISHING REDHEADS

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RAVISHING REDHEADS

He’s never ravished a redhead

Except with his eyes…

Blonde and brunette were his closest loves,

Avoiding a redhead surprise!

Being red himself he feared

An alleged quick anger blow…

He himself had the very same,

As a redhead he should know.

His younger days a redhead,

He lost all his red “guard hairs”…

Happily married his brunette–

If anybody cares.

–Jonathan Caswell