Author: Ray Romine

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Zenith

There’s Sirius for the winter night;
There’s Fomalhaut for fall;
Arcturus gives us vernal light,
But far above them all
June owns the highest blue-white sun:
Vega, the enchanting one.

by Ray Romine Sunday, December 9, 1951

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Yowl From The Small Minority

The man is now Iranian
Who used to be a Persian.
I wonder what he’s ganian
With his reconversion?

And some wild Mesopotamian
With harems by the block
Said “Watch who you’re defamian
For 1 am from Iraq.”

Then some Big Shot, once Siamese
From that old do-or-die land
Pleads with his neighbors, on his knees,
To call his country Thailand.

Beware, though, all you foreign folk!
I’ll kick him in the slats
Who calls, in his attempt to joke,
Americans Democrats.

by Ray Romine Sunday, February 11, 1951

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Your Job And Mine

Although I growl when things are rough,
I find I’m not dismayed for
The other guy who has it tough,
For that’s what HE gets paid for!

by Ray Romine Thursday, September 21, 1950

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Youngster?

Of all the things we spread on bread–
And there are quite a few–
Butter’s fairly well behaved,
And jam is mostly, too.

Pre serves and peanut-butter
Will put forth their best foot,
But jelly’s like a baby–
It won’t stay where it is put!

by Ray Romine Sunday, January 25, 1953

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Youdunit!

When things aren’t going well, you
May find it natural to
Blame Congress, and
While a bit underhand,
It’s a fad now, since Presidents do!

by Ray Romine Friday, September 7, 1951

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You’ll Take This Sittinjg Down

They tax us for riding, for boating, for flying,
For dancing, for golfing, for eating, for dying,
For going to movies, for fancy night-clubbing,
For reading, for breathing, for swimming or tubbing,
For standing, or lying, or smelling, or seeing;
They tax us for sitting, and doing, and being.
And right at the height of the infamy
They scare us with Pay-as-you-look TV.

by Ray Romine Wednesday, August 22, 1951