I forget my wife’s age–but remember her birthdays;
I praise her fine points–but ignore what her girth stays;
Anniversaries seldom, if ever, get by me;
From the social amenities you cannot pry me.
But for genuine thoughtfulness I’m Just in training
Beside who buys his raincoat when it isn’t raining!
I’m a great one to compliment my hostess on
The height of her salad, the looks of her lawn;
I’m good at “forgive me”, and “I beg your pardon”,
And I’ve nothing but nice things to say of her garden.
Still I have of longheadednees only an inkling
To who calls the roof-man when it isn’t sprinkling.
With whatever profundity I prowl the town,
A drizzle will catch me with storm signals down,
So am I far-sighted?–can you thus define me
When the smallest of showers can so undermine me?
Now if you’ll excuse me, I must see a fella- –
IT S RAINING!!–who’ll sell me a leak-proof umbrella?
by Ray Romine Wednesday, September 5, 1945
