THE RODNEY DANGERFIELD OF CONDITIONS
My sleeping late gave her an air,
And a comment of quiet despair…
You’re back doing THAT,
Under her hat
And couldn’t understand or care.
–
What I often go through
Some folks understand…just a few…
Who don’t wag their heads
At over-slept beds,
‘Cause they drink a similar brew.
–Jonathan Caswell
THE BEST COMMENTS EVER
Stacie is a friend of mine,
Our fam’lies have both had rough times…
She was glad to see me
Most recently,
With a big smile for me and my rhymes.
–
She said they helped her cope
When she felt near the end of a rope…
Said my poetry
Helped her to see
Some calm and reason for hope.
–
She asked for this address again,
Her boy had a device she’ll intend…
Using to log
Onto this blog
To read more from her friend!
–Jonathan Caswell
NEIGHBORHOOD TALK
Seems many friends and neighbors
Had folks at the Finish Line…
A cousin, uncle or acquaintance,
Most of whom are fine.
–
This Boston bombing and ricin letters
To President and Congressman…
Points out for us the kind of spirit
That Americans have when slammed.
–
I wonder if, in other places,
They talk about it as we…
A local bombing disturbs the calm
And neighbors express empathy?
–Jonathan Caswell
By the Mighty Mumford 