Last night’s pepperoni pizza pie,
Folks didn’t eat much of (but why?)…
Offered to me
I accepted gladly,
With a handful of breadsticks beside!
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Papa Gino’s provided the pie,
The heat index seemed high…
Good going down
With water around,
Almost brought tears to the eye!
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Almost an entire large,
Took more than one meal discharged…
Lovely to eat
Because of the heat,
So glad they let me take charge.
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–Jonathan Caswell
DIANE FINDS TIME
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My favo\e redhead in the place,
Has allowed, in the misst of her pace…
Be willing to read
The blog as agreed,
Because I’ll give the the space.
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This simple mind–speaking of me–
Wants to please her, you see…
Ashamed what I did
I’d sure like to rid
All emnity!
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So as she smiles, I can to,
Knowing she may read a few…
I will not provide
Any more inside,
But on her own she may view.
–Jonathan Caswell
MOTIVATING REASON!
Countering his depressed reflection,
Is knowing they are due for Inspection…
How can he lag
With litter to bag,
An apartment to prepare for reception?
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A properly placed in the tail,
Kick will always prevail…
Over gentle reason,
Get off of those knees, son,
And help your wife with the wash pail!
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As for those things you dread,
Its time to clear your head…
You’ve got this to do,
A task to see through
So be concerned here, instead.
(Don’t you love it when God tells the prophets–like Elijah–and us to get up and DO THIS–INSTEAD?)
–Jonathan Caswell
EARLY THANKSGIVING MORNING…!
Driving home last night,
With one am. in sight…
I’m glad the roads dried
Before my ride,
Home in a wind that had bite.
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Was happy to arrive at home,
The weariness caught when I groaned…
Getting out of the car
I’d gotten that far,
What a blessing to be back home!
–Jonathan Caswell
BLACK ICE BOBBY
(A SILLY LIMERICK-STYLE POEM)
Did you hear about “Black-Ice” Bobby?
His truck tires were big and knobby…
Hit black ice with his girl,
The truck took a whirl
And no one could find the bodies!
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Remember that “Black-Ice” Bobby?
For safer roadways he did lobby…
But hitting black ice
Wasn’t so nice,
Drive too fast and your record’s shoddy!
–Jonathan Caswell
(Please note: this story is fictional…I think!)
ECHOCARDIOGRAM
It was pleasant in the darkened room,
Not too much that one could assume…
Electrodes in place
She told me to face
Away from her to resume.
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I went three minutes or less
Walking on a treadmill test…
Anxiety
May have conquered me,
But it did so under duress.
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Two were there in the dark,
Both young women with parts…
To do each their own
Testing tones,
In various monitoring arts.
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With them working close by my side,
I found distractions eyed…
Away from their persons
To ensure versions
Of contact was all de-personified!
–Jonathan Caswell
By the Mighty Mumford 