Category Archives: self analysis

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

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THE LITTLE BOY WITHIN

THE LITTLE BOY WITHIN

He’s fifty-seven years old,

A really nice guy I’m told…

But an inside secret

Gnaws at him yet,

The depths to which he’s sold.

A little boy comes out at times,

Generally there’s a pattern, he finds…

Exasperating, sure,

And hardly pure

The start of which generally blinds.

In secret it happens when

An obsession from back then…

Grabbed onto

Til it blows through,

Regretted and let go again.

Obsessions often hook to the past,

Something , some one, who didn’t last…

Substitution

For what’s left undone,

Opportunities gone and crashed.

Funny–who lives in the past–

Unwilling to give up at last…

Letting hurts heal

Demands one reveal

One’s pattern and feelings out to cast.

Self-analysis is fine

But at a point must cross lines…

Into reality

Where a little boy sees

What he longs for is around him all the time!

–Jonathan Caswell