Posted by: Jonathan Caswell | June 14, 2012




He stumbled while talking to her,

His words were liable to slur…

Not that he was drunk,

But in her eyes had shrunk

So left the place in a blur.

But secretly he was relieved,

He had not tried to deceive…

He was making sure

His intentions were pure,

Avoiding being self-deceived.

He knew his weakness for women,

‘Specially those with the right trimmings…

Remaining a clutz

Enforces the trust

He has in his own misgivings!


—Jonathan Caswell




  1. Awww… sweet sounds like an awesome guy…:D

    • Well, thank you for that!

  2. No wonder all the ladies read your work!!! good one

    • Perhaps you are correct…but the poem’s subject and the author are both still spoken for

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