I COULD BUILD A STUDY, or,
I ABET A TRIOLET
Nuts unto the redio,
Says the chap who likes to study;
Foo to corn and hey-de-ho,
Nuts unto the radio.
Nothing can quite lay me low
Like this air-borne fuddy-duddy;
Nuts unto the radio,
Says the chap who likes to study.
REPLETE WITH REPEAT
If it stands alone, and strong,
It can well be said again;
We can take it loud and long,
If it stands alone and strong.
Poem, story, joke or song–
What about the cuss-word, then?
If it stands alone , and. strong,
Can it well be said again?
WHIZZEN’ PRISON
Verses kick around up there
In the maze I call my mind;
Be the weather foul or fair,
Verses kick around up there.
Trapped in such a heinous lair,
Wouldn’t YOU some way out find?
Verses kick around up there
In the maze I call my mind.
All written the evening of January 8,
1944, mostly amid radio and chatter.
by Ray Romine Saturday, January 8, 1944
