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FOR HER SIXTIETH….

FOR HER SIXTIETH….

I will not get her black balloons,

THAT would be cruel…

The kind of joke expected

From wiseacres at school.

I married an older woman

But can plainly see…

That sharing lives, no one denies

She is to me beauty.

It helps to know, when all is said,

We need ech other, too…

On your sixtieth birthday

My Diana–I love you!

–Jonathan Caswell

THE PRACTICE RUN

THE PRACTICE RUN

A friend wants me to write,

For her fiftieth something bright…

Without black balloons

They are too soon,

She wants verse as her spotlight.

Her friends think she’s the bees knees,

Her poetry’s written to please…

She’s cheese to macaroni,

Never a phony

She is a mom to all and Sydney Pee’s.

As butter is to bread,

So this gal is ahead…

In spicing up lives

Turned around from nose dives,

She’s all this and more–we’ve said!

–Jonathan Caswell

WHEN HE TURNED FIFTY

WHEN HE TURNED FIFTY

 

There came a time when black balloons

Were meant for a party his wife assumed….

Would be nifty

‘Cause he turned fifty,

He wasn’t so happy it loomed.

They’d missed her’s altogether,

Somehow she’d been able to weather…

Not partying in mourning

But with lots of warning,

She’d avoided the entire endeavor!

So he denies her quest,

And asks that she give it a rest…

We both will escape,

Unhand my nape

Let’s strive for our mutual best!!!

 

–Jonathan Caswell