Author: Ray Romine

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We Aren’t Doing Right By Our Knell

My suit isn’t back from the cleaner’s yet;
You’re looking tired, and your hair’s not set;
We were up last night and the night before,
And next week’s calendar’s full–and more;
The streets are wet and the driving’s slippery;
And the Johnsons’ lunches are always kippery;
Mr. J’s jokes were once alive
Back around 1935;
The car’s garaged; and I’ve a suggestion–
The faintest trace–of indigestion;
And TV’s good tonight–stay home? Swell!
–Down, dear! The Johnsons are ringing our bell!

by Ray Romine Wednesday, January 17, 1951

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Way Out

“Beg your pardon; please forgive me;
I am sorry; how I hate me–“
Your apologies so ready
First impress, and then deflate me.

It’s some hint of sincerity
That constitutes the rarity…;

by Ray Romine Thursday, April 12, 1951

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Watch Me

It’s said this holds–I can’t see how
(But nice to contemplate upon):
That gossips who besmirch me now
May praise me highly once I’m gone.

Of course it’s plain vindictiveness
(It’s I, admitted, at my worst)
For me to change the whole process
If some of my kind friends go first!

by Ray Romine Wednesday, February 6, 1952