Tag Archives: limerick-styled poetry

LAST NIGHTS LEFTOVER PIE!

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!

Papa Gino’s provided the pie,

The heat index seemed high…

Good going down

With water around,

Almost brought tears to the eye!

Almost an entire large,

Took more than one meal discharged…

Lovely to eat

Because of the heat,

So glad they let me take charge.

–Jonathan Caswell

 

 

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MOTIVATING REASON!

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?

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!

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

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.

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)

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!

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!)

ECHO-CARDIOGRAM

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.

I went three minutes or less

Walking on a treadmill test…

Anxiety

May have conquered me,

But it did so under duress.

Two were there in the dark,

Both young women with parts…

To do each their own

Testing tones,

In various monitoring arts.

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