Tag Archives: silliness



It rained on the mosh,

But skeptics said “pish-tosh”…

Don’t sink to your roots

By wearing boots,

Then upward and onward we’ll slosh!

–Jonathan Caswell



A shaky hand spills to the floor,

Stuff over-filled before…

Purpose of a cup,

To drink up,

And not to mop the floor!

–Jonathan Caswell

(The sage ran out of things to say!)



(Made up as I write them)

Stamping for a better view,

Of the woman turning blue…

Men encamped

Legs all cramped,

Turning blue then too!

Cats will say “meow”

Except when there’s a row…

Then they howl

Hiss and yowl,

They don’t sound so cute now!

Bolly-cat came back here,

Wearing her flea collar  bandolier…

I had to catch

But she’s no match

For long-legged owners dear!

Liquid bread–that’s beer–

Is consumed a lot around here…

By bottle and case

The storage place

Must be kept access-clear.

Eating pastrami and cheese,

Pass the mustard please….

We’ll want to savor

The spicy flavor,

And a few more of these!

I clear out the trash,

The next guy has panache…

Cleaning the desk

‘Cause guys leave a mess,

He carefully does his task.

With the last drop of flavored coffee

I’ve gotten my caffeine softly…

Make another pot

I’ll be in a spot,

For sleep wil be harder…awfully!

Prerecorded telephone calls

Certainly have their balls…

Using every line

For minutes at a time,

The REST of phone business crawls.

Cleaning people leaved by ones and twos,

Except before holidays when all are excused…

Driving dribs and drabs,

Or getting taxi cabs,

At quitting time we all get so enthused!!!!

One more and maybe we will rest,

Some folk.s memory is not the best…

Lost in the women’s rest room

She found it as she vacuumed,

In the office…where detection was the best!

Silly songs pile up with no relief,

Problems being silly is chief…

Reason they pile

‘Cause few manage to smile,

The cost of repairing makeup must be steep!


–Jonathan Caswell



(From A dream?)

One against three or two,

How does one know what to do…

A fevered pitch

Drops a stitch,

One less working–boo-hoo!

Several combine as one,

Knowing by heart what’s done…

Sounds like a breeze,

Becomes a tight squeeze

When the word race is won.

Not sure what to do?

Will set things up for you!

Summon a meme,

Float that trireme*

Just when you’re feeling blue!

–Jonathan Caswell

* A trireme…afloat!




This blogger is older and wiser (???)

With visits from Austin’s Snow Miser…

I hear down in Maine

It’s snowing again,

The piles will have to go higher!

–Jonathan Caswell

MARCH 17TH, 2014

MARCH 17TH, 2014

I think I won’t celebrate this year,

Being from the “orange” isn’t as dear…

As politically more correct green,

Though both on the flag, time has seen

To inflict the orange with fear.

I used to wear both orange and green

Socks under trousers unseen…

And then make a show

Of letting folks know,

I was colorfully in the scene!

It’s not about girls, beer and bread,

Or wearing green hats on the head…

There’s history here

For which was dear,

Many sacrifices now dead.

Irish propaganda, the same,

Some vehicles for Sinn Fein…

And the I.R.A.

Currently at bay,

Revenue from this day did obtain.

British deliberate attempts

To institutionalize contempts…

Ethnicity and faith

Commandeered for the State

To keep native peoples as meant.

And yes–I’ve drunk green beer–

Eaten soda bread with cheer…

Traded red for green,

British red was obscene

To Irish Catholics here.

Having ancestral blood in all three,

It’s increasingly hard for me…

To willingly be silly

On a day warm but chilly,

With conflict blood inside of me!

–Jonathan Caswell


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It is said that redheads and felines—

At least certain lines…

Have common ancestors

So say male “suggesters”,

Who like hot redheads just fine.

But scientifically,

Redheads are more likely to be…

Genetic Neanderthal,

Not thrilling at all

But the myth has more popularity.

Some claim redheads haven’t souls,

Just made for THEM living hot coals…

Silliness will reign

In animals whose brain

Is solely used to curl the toes!

I happen to like both kinds,

As long as either one doesn’t mind….

Being respected for

Who they are and more

Specifically individuals to which I’ll be kind.

—Jonathan Caswell

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