Blind me with light; push me here, pull me there;
Order me happy or frowned.
I have the patience with something to spare–
If you’li show ’em when I’m not around!
by Ray Romine Monday, January 26, 1953
Author: Ray Romine
To A Daughter In Search Of A Larger Allowance
When you’re maturer, older, ripened,
You may know a larger stipend,
Except that as your grip relaxes
Upon youth, you’ll hear of taxes,
Plumbing, heating, grocery bills,
Doctors paid for sundry ills,
Insurance, toothpaste, telephone,
Painting, spouting, smart cologne,
Fur coats made from seals and otters–
And small requests from smallish daughters!
by Ray Romine Tuesday, January 30, 1951
Tip Tip
A man is sized up by the way
He tips, I understand.
In other words, then, one might say,
A close chap tips his hand .
by Ray Romine Monday, April 23, 1951
Tip For Young Miss
Wolves that whistle? Darling, don’t
Worry about them till they won’t.
by Ray Romine Saturday, September 23, 1950
Tip for Young Married Man
Nothing you say has so little to it
That your wife can’t manage to misconstrue it.
by Ray Romine Friday, September 22, 1950
Timing Problem
It’s 3 p.m. I yawn. Explain
Why I can’t now recall the pain,
Frustration,worry, jitters, fright
That keep me wide awake at night.
by Ray Romine Wednesday, April 2, 1952
Timid Me!
I must confess, although it shames,
I’ve never, without their consent,
Called big Marines by fancy names.
(I’m also not the President)
by Ray Romine Wednesday, September 6, 1950
Timely Observation
I sometimes think who’ s always late
Is he who cannot stand to wait.
Funny, though, it doesn’t bore him
That others do his waiting for him.
by Ray Romine Monday, June 5, 1950
Time-ly Note
Alarm clocks fall so low with me
I scarce can bear to wind one;
But–(Fate is mocking childishly)–
I wish that I could find one!
by Ray Romine Thursday, January 18, 1945
Time–blessing, Or Curse?
And so to bed: Another day has gone
To join the thousands that have passed since man,
In prehistoric days beyond our scan,
Directed his attention all upon
The sun and stars. He found the gentle swan;
Aquarius, Leo, and Aldebaran;
And so our days, our seasons, all began,
And time has plagued. us since the mastodon!
So now we rush to work, from which we dash
As swiftly home tonight, since we are preseed
For time in which to spend the cash
We’ve earned today: and–now–a quick-snatched rest.
Our lives are summed–our entire histories,
In these four words: “A little faster, please.”
by Ray Romine Monday, March 27, 1944