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Bright (shiny) Side

Somebody wins
Who names the twins;
While others owe success
To Limericks;
Another picks
The twenty-five more words ( or less).

Whichever system
You persist in
Judges won’t admire
What you’ve begotten
If you’ve forgotten
The wrappers they require.

I send them in;
I never win,
But neighbor, spare those tears,
For I have soap
Enough, I hope,
To last a hundred years…

by Ray Romine Sunday, July 8, 1951

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Bride’s Biscuits

You take a dash of this and that-
You really can’t go wrong;
Then just a touch, and add a pinch,
And beat it about so long.

She’s throwing out this recipe,
Though it’s one mother treasured-
Happiness is not alone
In that it can’t be measured.

by Ray Romine Friday, April 14, 1950