Do not, my friend, pair “moon” with “June”,
Whatever the occasion,
Or you’ll awake to find your mind
Discussed throughout the nasion.
It seems the critics say today,
“Two kinds of poets are there–
The kind that dares rhyme June with moon
Shall go than here no farther.”
So try to hook “July” with “I”,
If month you HAVE to mention;
And call the moon “YON NIGHTLY SPRITE”,
And thus escape attention.
Still–be th’ exception: fool the rule,
And to the top they’ll hike you–
SONG WRITERS hook up “moon” with “June”,
And make the dough we’d like to!
For see, this rhyming biz it is
An inconsistent dizziness–
O far, far worse it stinks, methinks
Than medicine, law, or bizziness.
At what a chap like you may do,
The public hollers “MURDER!”
The same another gu:y may try,
And “What a CLEVER WORDER !”
Do not, young friend, tie “moon” with “June”,
If toward fame you aspigher;
But see some rival come, the BUM,
And MAKE ME OUT A LIAR!
by Ray Romine Monday, May 24, 1943
