THE NEW BOY IN TOWN



I happened to ask while on my rounds

A friend about his wife,

And the baby boy that she delivered last week…

The boy a loving product of married life,

A closeness that all of us seek.



I asked him how did his older daughter fare

With a new baby brother in tow,

The father admitted some jealousy there…

As dynamics in families go.



His older sister won’t let him be held

By HER DADDY if she’s in the room,

Mom and Daddy love her very much…

Someday we trust she’ll come round to see

The new boy needs an older sister’s touch.



---Jonathan Caswell

VACUUM CLEANER TANGO

---Lyrics by Jonathan Caswell

(Some misspellings are due to rhythm keeping)



The Vac…cuum Clea…ner Tango,

Is like…a juicy…mango,

Those fi…bers will…entangle

Your teeth or brushes, pretty quick!



The girls…who do…the cleaning,

Are ev…ver so…well-meaning,

To move…around…guys leaning,

That watch…and approve…the show!



Plugs must…be changed…more frequently,

If lon…ger hallways…decently,

Are cleaned…the most…expediently,

It’s all…a part of…the dance!



The vac…cuum clea…ner tango,

A dai…ly chore…is wrangled,

By clea…ners star…spangled,

Perfor…ming it with…extra class!

CAPTAIN JIM



I know a mate called Captain Jim

Who wants one written for him…

The man’s in command

That I understand,

And I must determine his whim.



What do I say of my Commander

(He requests he get the first gander)…

I’d better be sure

Of facts I procure,

I will not use hearsay or slander.



If he wants a fine fantasy

He can do it much better than me…

I hear there are lines

That work sometimes

To put something under the tree.



I’m reluctant to say any more,

Don’t need an escort out the door…

From Commander Jim

Who must have his whim

Of watching my sweat out-pour!

---J. Caswell