Time was, when he who changed a tire
Did scads of sympathy acquire.
Today, he earns my envy–strange?
He’s lucky he has tires to change!
by Ray Romine Thursday, February 8, 1945
Author: Ray Romine
Time Out
Though dead leaves falling in the rain
Bring a breaking heart fresh pain,
When winter’s frost is springtime’s dew
Then leaves–and love–will start anew.
by Ray Romine Tuesday, May 2, 1950
Time Element
I buy each How-to-do-it book,
But still beyond my ken
Is this answer I can’t seem to hook:
Not so much How as, When?
by Ray Romine Saturday, November 4, 1950
Time – Piece
While clock-watchers cause misgivings
To those who pay them, I can see
Jewellers making splendfd livings
By clock-watching constantly.
by Ray Romine Tuesday, August 25, 1953
Time – Peace
Admitting my watch is a cheap one, a slight one,
Why, in a crowd, am I sure it’s the right one?
by Ray Romine Tuesday, August 25, 1953
Timber Rights
I think that I shall never be
A poet who raves about a tree.
“Until, of course,” his critics chorused,
“He’s rich enough to own the forest.”
by Ray Romine Monday, April 9, 1951
Tiger Cub
Lost in a forest of fire-plugs,
Taxis for scenery;
Reared with thugs, in a maze of mugs,
In the shade of a beanery;
Left on his owm, without pity,
To get by as best he can,
This wild child of the city
Is expected to be a man!
by Ray Romine Saturday, August 25, 1951
Thundershower
I think the rain is stopping,
And puddles lie about
For us to wade and splash in,
If we hurry out.
But we must do it quickly,
If we want to play,
For water is so bashful
That it soon
runs
away!
by Ray Romine Monday, January 12, 1953
Thumbs Down
I’m out of line; I’m warped and bent;
I owe the landlord for my rent;
I wear the most engaging frown;
I am the meanest man in town.
I twist kids’ arms to hear them scream;
I steal the smallest babies’ cream;
I pull flies’ wings off when I can;
The county holds no meaner man.
I garden–I will tell you why:
So plants can suffer when it’s dry;
I cage birds so they cannot mate;
No meaner man lives in the state.
I’m only up when you are down;
I love to watch small kittens drown–
And I have been this way sinqe birth–
I am the meanest man on earth.
I laugh when other’s lives are done:
I go to funerals for fun.
For meanness, try and find one worse
Than I in all the universe.
Of all God’s creatures who are hissed,
I, maybe, can make folks the maddest.
Here, high up on the Devil’s list,
Of all sad things, I am the sadist.
by Ray Romine Wednesday, February 11, 1953
Throw That Woman Back, Son
The price of passion is great:
A Man’s whole life is the cost.
To roue or celibate
The price of passion is great.
For a moment, or life time, a mate
Can doom all he is to be lost;
The price of passion is great:
A Man’s whole life is the cost.
by Ray Romine Thursday, December 27, 1945