FUR-BRAINED FELINES

FUR-BRAINED FELINES

You Tube compilations

Of cat concentrations…

Mirrors and jumps

And into bath dumps,

Expose tintinnabulations!

–Jonathan Caswell

NO DIFFERENT “DOWN EAST”

NO DIFFERENT “DOWN EAST”

We’d like to visit Maine,

But now it’s much the same…

Melting snow piles

And weary smiles

Waiting for springtime plain.

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Like us they’re tired

Alternately wired…

By long hours

Fighting snow showers

Paying the extra plows hired.

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Nearly out of salt

To keep up the lively assault…

Snow-covered roads,

Icy ones goad

Town employees to help out.

–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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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IT’S MARCH, ALREADY!

IT’S MARCH, ALREADY!

Ice melt dripping from eaves,

The warm-up giving reprieves…

To snow laden roofs

Whose strength many proofs

Apparent in designs conceived.

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Bedraggled bushes appear,

‘Though snow banks still come to “here”…

Once eight foot–now six–

Out in the “sticks”

Trees shelter snow cover, my dear.

–Jonathan Caswell

JOANNE LEFT ALONE

JOANNE LEFT ALONE

Joanne was left alone

To run things here at home…

Administration

Is her station,

A paragon of efficiency honed.

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Alas, Eric got a call

To be on site after all…

But we’ll enjoy

Her presence (OH, BOY!)

And Eric’s, after the snowfall.

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Joanne we certainly trust,

Tender–like well-made pie crust…

Efficiency, caring

(We love what she’s wearing),

Her continuing here is a must!

–Jonathan Caswell

TOPS UNCOVERED

TOPS UNCOVERED

Snow mountains cut to size

Down before our eyes…

A skillful backhoe

Does wonders in snow,

Excavation before a bush dies!

–Jonathan Caswell

HECKLING HER STAFF?

HECKLING HER STAFF?

Irena sits on the arm of a chair

Marvels at Eric’s ice chop…

Sees great chunks fall to the ground,

Watch all that ice drop!

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Smiling taps on the window so he

Sees her watching his work…

She denies heckling her staff,

Watching is one of her perks.

–Jonathan Caswell

HIGH WHITE WALLS

HIGH WHITE WALLS

Frigid mountains window-high

Leave the view of only sky…

One consolation,

Extra insulation,

For the apartments nearby.

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Winter’s blizzard blow

Piled great mountains of snow…

Partial proof

Of snow from the roof,

So fear of collapse would go!

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Wind  buffing snow pile tops bare,

All that snow be somewhere…

Look in he lees

After the breeze–

Great need for road plowing out there.

–Jonathan Caswell

WINTER WATCH–FEBRUARY 14-15

WINTER WATCH–FEBRUARY 14-15

Forecast said…was this right…

We’ll get snow by early light,

It’s after three AM my dear

And snowfall isn’t here.

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Did it go far out to sea?

Ask those folks on TV!

–Jonathan Caswell