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by Jonathan Caswell

How is it that often TV
Programs are made to be…
Watched by women-kind,
It boggles the mind
How oft they concern you and me!

Guys often prefer about “things”,
And less how a family clings…
Learning to grow
In each other’s shadow,
A guy wants to see girls with wings.

I’m not saying guys don’t care
About how their families fare…
Just saying ‘thats’
“We be” different cats,
Preferring how to make tables square!

I’m hiding from a western now…
Where an orphan is befriended to know,
His death-row Dad
Wasn’t totally bad…
In hopes that stolen money will show.

We men tend to get a bad rap
From women who need to entrap…
Men who are unlike them
In relations (ahem!),
Do they wish they had the athletic “strap”?

We get condemnation for watching
Beauties without any touching…
When one looks some assume
We’d then rent a room,
Not every man can stand the clucking.

You women have eyes for just one,
From which I guess we could learn some…
To not look as much
On those not so touched,
That they’d willingly stay with the bum.

–Jonathan Caswell

(This poem is just blowing off steam.  Please don’t take offence–unless you want to!  –The author.)




His wife has her favorite actors,

While actresses are his thing…

Sometimes they agree on who is key

While other times arguments ring.

When seeing older programs

His heart may flutter until…

He realizes those ladies,

Are older than him, still!

She seems to have a handle

On which actors she was sweet on…

But she realizes the difference,

Of memories of which she is fond.

He’s reticent in listing

All of the girls he found nice…

He got so many refusals,

That he almost never asked twice.

Certain memories kept to himself

He may never share…

Those are the most embarrassing,

That won’t be openly aired.

They sit and watch old movies

And TV shows for hours…

They each have their favorite persons,

Now wilted and gone like flowers.


—A (mostly) fictional tale by Jonathan Caswell