When it comes to embarrassing moments,
You’ll admit you must go some to find one
To equal the “hi” one gives to the guy
Who’s speaking to someone behind one!
by Ray Romine Tuesday, July 1, 1952
Author: Ray Romine
By-by Blues
While candor is swell,
He rates the hook
Who says how well
I used to look.
by Ray Romine Sunday, November 18, 1951
Buzzer
A black and yellow bumblebee
Sits by me, on a weed.
It seems to me he’s neighborly,
And courteous, indeed.
And yet, I treat him with respect:
I neither touch nor shoo,
Which suits him fine, for, I suspect,
He’s glad I’m friendly too?
by Ray Romine Wednesday, March 26, 1952
Buyer’s Strike
“Let’s Do Without”, I brashly shout,
But inside I’m defeated;
For I’m the type who’ll only gripe-
I can’t get by uneated.
by Ray Romine Friday, August 12, 1949
Butcher
Armed with cleaver, saw & knife,
Around his block he dances,
Slicing deftly, big as life,
His customer’s finances.
by Ray Romine Friday, January 15, 1954
But More Obvious
They are larger and more repercussing;
They’re more numerous; they are nonplussing;
They are more swiftly put–
Flying saucers, my foot!
It’s TAXES, my son, we’re discussing.
by Ray Romine Friday, January 12, 1951
Busy Body
Late sun, whose ineffectual blaze
Illuminates the snowy woods,
And throws across the frigid days
Iced shadows cut from purple goods;
Low sun, whose slanting feeble light
Holds off the clutching zero’s hold,
To lose the battleto the night
Which closes on us, fierce and cold;
Brave sun, your courage, so admired,
Is by what space-locked secret fired?
by Ray Romine Friday, December 29, 1950
Business Call
I heard her call me: “Monie!”
And the hollow echoes beat
From house to house, and past our
Narrow playground in the street.
I let her go unanswered
‘Til she changed my name, at last,
For when Mommie calls “Ramona!”
Then I tear for home– and fast!
by Ray Romine Wednesday, September 12, 1945
Bursting Fourth Month
The sun of April warms us now;
The farmer smiles behind his plow;
The flower borders beam and lilt;
The postman’s cap has extra tilt;
The weeping willow, much in keeping
With this bright season, leaves off weeping;
And this month when it rains, it’s very
Nice to know it’s temporary.
It’s hope the eager robins sing,
And every step of sod has spring!
by Ray Romine Tuesday, April 1, 1952
Burning Issue
Economy–the thing that gets,
Almost, to my cigarettes.
by Ray Romine Monday, August 27, 1951