THAT HUMMING-GRINDING

THAT HUMMING-GRINDING

(Tune of THE YELLOW ROSE OF TEXAS)

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We heard that frequent grinding,

Tree choppers from Outside.

Making veggie mincemeat

Of the bushes on the side…

They were going to finish yesterday

But have still more to do,

For mulch and landfills too!

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Oh that humming-grinding-roaring

Outside won’t let me sleep,

It’ll be agoing all day

With schedules to keep…

Our park-like grounds will open up

To sun and winter winds,

Removing all that dead wood

Is how new growth begins!

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–Jonathan Caswell

A CORDUROY SKIRT & JACKET

A  CORDUROY SKIRT AND JACKET

(sing to THE YELLOW ROSE OF TEXAS)

A corduroy jacket

And skirt are going to be

The next sewing project

My love does, you see…

She’ll make it from material

That cost a lot of “dough”

But I do like the pattern

And will love her in it so!

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Oh, the patterned blue fabric,

A fancy corduroy…

Is worth the glow in her eyes

When I paid for this joy;

She’ll have her new sewing machine

Which I guess I’ll set up too,

And help her with the making of

Until the set is through!

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We can’t afford to hire help

Except for a tip or two,

This pattern cost a lot to get

But she’s not feeling blue…

Except to say my illness brought

Her project to a halt,

Just taking over for her love

She did not find me fault.

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My BLUE SAPPHIRE OF JOHNSBURG (see Archives!)

Is the best one for me,

She takes up the slack I bore

And responsibility…

The least I can do for my love

Is allow a corduroy bolt,

To help her smile a good long while

And scamper like a colt!  😀

–Jonathan Caswell

EARLY SPRINGTIME STORM LYRICS

EARLY SPRINGTIME STORM LYRICS

(to tune of THE YELLOW ROSE OF TEXAS)

Tonight I’m feeling anxious

About this weekend’s storm,

By then I may be working

And driving as was the norm…

Going to make sure Di. is safe*

With charged battery packs,

If the lights go out she can move her chair

To get whate’er she lacks!

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Oh, an early springtime snowstorm

Can be a wondrous thing,

A final chance to earn some bucks

For those who do plowing…

Most towns are near the end of salt

In their reserve supply,

We’ll take it for one more big blow

So let those snowflakes fly!

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Emergency batteries

Hooked to my C-PAP,

So I can sleep with the power out

And wake up feeling apt…

We have enough blankets

And oil for lantern light,

The Lord will provide our meals–

Peanut butter is in sight!

–Jonathan Caswell

* Di., …short for Diana…my beloved wife who has a power lift recliner she’s gotten stuck in during power outages.

LOVE MY IN-LAWS?

LOVE MY IN-LAWS?

(to the tune of “The Yellow Rose of Texas”)

Became a part of  family

By marriage, anyway,

Relations with her kinsfolk

Are cordial to this day…

She’s got a blended family

Divorces are rife,

But living with “what is”

We make the most of life!

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My own folk have few divorces

But life at times is hard,

No matter what the money state

Or how big the back yard…

Accepting at face value

We walk among our friends,

Her family gets along

With in-laws for good ends!

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She wanted to stay married–

That is my focus, too,

For seventy big ones

And then the “lease” renew…

Now life is full of characters

In her family,

I’m glad to be one of them…

On that we all agree!

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I truly love my in-laws

And I know they love me too,

We’ve earned a mutual respect

To carry us through…

We’ll be there for each other

Till death do us part,

Our marriage is a covenant

And in-laws a special art!!!

–Jonathan Caswell

I WAS AWAKE ALL NIGHT…!

I WAS AWAKE ALL NIGHT…!

I made a pot of coffee

And drank the whole thing down,

In the course of an evening

I really went to town…

Lacing it with HALLS lozenges

The sinuses to clear,

And now I cannot get asleep…

That’s why I’m blogging here!

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I lacked proper nutrition

But got my insulin,

I should be feeling better

With taking medicine…

I’m yawning in the daylight

It seems such a shame,

When it is time to go back to work

I’ll do it all again!

–Jonathan Caswell

GEORGIA IS (MORE) READY

GEORGIA IS (MORE) READY!

(“The Yellow Rose of Texas” tune)

The piney woods of Georgia

Will be snowbound again,

A storm may hit tomorrow

Making the other seem so thin…

This storm is going to clobber

The state with lots of snow,

A State of Emergency

Declared prepares for that show.

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One hopes they’ve gotten more sand trucks

And train-loads full of salt,

So they’ll do better with the roads

Under winter’s assault…

A better-timed departure

Of those commuter hordes,

And managing the wait til spring

May leave some kinder words!

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It’s a second slam for Georgia,

New England is next—

The prediction is a blizzard

With snow up to our necks…

With wintry wind at gale force strength

Making drifts really high,

And a warm-up probably next up

Featuring a sunny sky!

–Jonathan Caswell

PASSWORD PERSNICKETINESS

PASSWORD PERSNICKETINESS

(“Yellow Rose of Texas”)*

Having tired fingers,

A blogger’s special trait,

A misplaced key in spelling

We can appreciate…

Those pesky hidden passwords

Fat fingers often botch,

Especially late at night

As if we’re drinking scotch!

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Persnickety passwords—

How do we get along

With thinking up the new ones

To access what we’ve done…

A finger slip or poor mem’ry

Can put us in a jam,

The one who remembers all his

Really is THE MAN!

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Those woman bloggers surely

Are like my Mother dear,

Who “keyboarded” professionally

Before keyboards were here!

She banged out frequent letters

On an old OLYMPIA,**

Her fingers deftly pushing keys–

It got in her blood!

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I must be doing something right

For I go on and on,

Making quickie poetry

Until the break of dawn…

I really don’t talk much at home

But get on-line I spurt

Out reams of conversation

Until my fingers hurt!

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I remember most passwords

Because they all are new,

I’ve lost track of a couple–

Forgot the key words, too!

I have two “Linked-In” ‘dentities,

Only one I can access…

I lost the link to the other

But they both work, I guess.

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I’m rambling on while singing

A little out of tune,

It really is too early

For I got up way too soon…

I had to check the banking

And we’re finally in the black,

Got to get some serious work done

Before the red comes back.

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I really have to end this

But my limbered fingers fly

Across the borrowed keyboard

Beneath a watchful eye…

I have to watch for spelling

And the fumbling finger fail,

If I don’t get the words just right

I’ll land in Spellcheck jail!

–Jonathan Caswell

* is the tune it is sung to…!

** Olympia manual typewriter (non-electric–using FINGER POWER!!!)

COFFEE WEDNESDAYS

COFFEE WEDNESDAYS

(Lyrics)

I come out Coffee Wednesdays

To the computer to post,

And behind me when the ladies come

I get to hear the most…

Outrageous kind of language

And dirty stories too,

I am ashamed to turn around

‘Til that conversation’s through!

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Oh…the ladies ’round the table

At coffee-pastry time,

Put all their vast experience

To have a real good time…

I’m glad I am not sitting there

But cower on the side,

This group of ladies together

Have such a wild ride!

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Those coffee and doughnuts…

Are the ingredients all safe (?),

Should come and see the hub-bub

Among the ladies at this place…

It is not being recorded

For deniability,

We men sit back and let them go

And glory at the glee:

We men sit back and watch the fun

At midweek morning tea!

–Jonathan Caswell