WOOD FAERIE FANDANGO

WOOD FAERIE FANDANGO

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Surrounded by wood faeries

That seem so airy…

Riding flies

To attract fish eyes,

They are far from ordinary!

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–Jonathan Caswell

WARM FEELING ON A COLD NIGHT

WARM FEELING ON A COLD NIGHT

He’s having a warm feeling,

So good to have trouble dealing…

With attraction there

For the gender fair,

Inside he’s almost squealing*

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It’s like one Sunday at service

When he was hardly impervious…

To hugs warmly given

Which felt like heaven,

They felt so good…he was nervous!

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Being noticed by gravatared babes,

Makes life look as through fancy shades…

Guys’ comments, too,

Are welcomed…whoo-hoo…

But he loves it when girls give him raves!

–Jonathan Caswell

* in delight…we hope!  🙂

CCTV AND COLD COFFEE

CCTV AND COLD COFFEE

 

Watching them walk down the hall,

Observing every footfall…

When she walks by

He lets out a sigh

With a moment’s look of enthrall.

 

–Jonathan Caswell

 

 

 

ANOTHER…OLD GIRL FRIEND????

ANOTHER…OLD GIRL FRIEND????

(To: “The Holy City”)

 

Last night I was a-thinking

About my friend, Patrice…

She was a friend in college

I’ve thought about the least,

She was a friend in college

I’ve thought about the least!

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My friend Patrice,

My friend Patrice:

How could you hurt me so?

I was…attracted to you, my friend…

But you accused me so low!

I always found you a pleasure…

How could you treat me so low!

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When I got your letter

Accusing me of faults…

I couldn’t finish my work that night

And had to call a halt,

I couldn’t finish my work that night

And had to call a halt!

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Patrice my friend,

Patrice my friend…

Why accuse me so?

There’s nothing wrong with attraction,

Why did you cast me low?

There’s nothing wrong with attraction,

Why would you me down-throw?

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You were a closer friend to me,

Your eyes were straightened out…

If I was shallow for wanting you

I surely was a lout,

If I was shallow wanting you

I surely was a lout!

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Patrice my friend,

Patrice my friend…

Why did you hurt me so?

Will others be held to the same account

That you questioned me so low?

Will others be held to the same account

That you questioned of me so low?

 

–Jonathan Caswell

 

PLASTIC DOLLY

PLASTIC DOLLY

Long ago at Christmas time,
A man and his wife took a shine…
To Barbie-like* dolls for the memory
Of her childhood and his, we shall see.
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She purchased a Skipper-like* doll in shorts,
With accessories to do summer sports…
He liked the look of the one in green evening dress,
A Christmas edition that he liked the best.
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They took them home to reside on shelves,
With metal stands so they could stand each by themselves…
He’d often look at her for a spirit lift
Especially when he had shoveled that one more snow drift.
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His dolly was exciting and sexy and more
E’en though it was plastic and fabric, no more…
I’m afraid his affections were carried away
Until when moving, she left her display.
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Both dolls were bundled up with dispatch
And in the process disrupted their thatch….
He didn’t for doll hair know how to retress,
So the doll’s hair remained a mess.
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I suppose he could ask his wife what to do
As long as it’s clear they do the other one too…
And then they might look like they did before,
Staying in the back room while he loves his wife more!

—Jonathan Caswell
*BARBIE, SKIPPER dolls are made by MATTEL CO. The knock-offs…???