Tag Archives: overslept

TIME DIFFERENCES

He woke up to find he was late,

In a way didn’t anticipate…

Earlier service

To the  time impervious,

He should have risen before eight!

Jonathan Caswell

In anger he flew out the door,

He just couldn’t take anymore…

But in the oven

Lasagna to be loving–

He went back soon–for sure!

–J,E, CASWELL

EXCUSES—SOME LEGITIMATE…SOME NOT!

EXCUSES–SOME LEGITIMATE…SOME NOT!

(All fictional–for fun!)

He didn’t go to church,

Alarm clock let him oin lurch…

He woke up to find

Himself half-blind,

Sleeping in the top of a birch!

His leg was really sore,

Like he’d hurt it before…

Jumping up and down

In Main Street like a clown,

Now who could ask for more?

He wanted to see “The Preach”

And see what he would teach…

But when he lay down

He couldn’t come ‘roung,

In a way that his wife could reach!

He sees people go by

That really aren’t there but why…

His current state

To halucinate,

It might not be safe to drive!

Instead of church he prayed,

A poem he then assayed…

Was it wrong

To write a Lord’s song,

Then for church be over-delayed?

–Jonathan Caswell

LIKE A MINI-VACATION!

LIKE A MINI-VACATION!

He overslept–two-thirty–

The week was slow and dirty…

But pressure was off

And he, less gruff,

Was getting a little flirty!

His over-tensed-up life

Was rough on him and his wife…

Friday appeared

With stormy clouds cleared,

The end of week-long strife.

So he over-slept today,

Felt good to be okay…

Woke an hour before

He flew out the door

And heard his wife say…thank you! 🙂

–Jonathan Caswell

MISSED COFFEE WEDNESDAY

MISSED COFFEE WEDNESDAY

 

This Wednesday I overslept,

Another appointment not kept…

Coffee time, too,

Was nearly through

And this time–no doughnuts left!

Ya gotta get up really early

To mix with the guys and girlies…

To sample the brew

And scuttle-butt too,

This crowd never gets surly.

My problem is, I get in late

From work…not a “hot date”…

Sugary doughnuts are fine

For those so inclined,

But I miss the socials, sleeping late!

 

–Jonathan Caswell

 

 

WHERE ARE THE FAERIES?

WHERE ARE THE FAERIES?

 

He’d love to see a faerie,

Cute and spiritedly merry…

But he sleeps in too late

To participate

In watching the river mist tarry.

By the time he is awake,

The marshes have begun to bake…

All faeries are gone,

Evaporated along

With the splash of a motorboat’s wake.

 

–Jonathan Caswell

 

 

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