Category: Cartoon

Is termed a “windbag”–loves to boast
Of qualities denied to most;
But stays, despite his claims to others,
One jump behind his modest brothers.

by Ray Romine Friday, January 1, 1954

This one’s giggle may not be
The sign of strict matruity;
Yet hardly useless, for, perhaps
It fills a lot of awkward gaps.

by Ray Romine Friday, January 1, 1954

She would be thinner, and she might
If she could curb her appetite.
Some things in this world are too handy–
One of them is chocolate candy.

by Ray Romine Friday, January 1, 1954

Pop wears scuffed shoes upon his feet
To keep her feminine and sweet;
But she wears shirts and jeans with vim,
Quite out-masculining him!

by Ray Romine Friday, January 1, 1954

He would play ball; she’d be a star,
Instead of being what they are.
They sit about with eyes all misted;
Result: two sets of values twisted.

by Ray Romine Friday, January 1, 1954

She is the type who stays aloof,
Her nose uptilted toward the roof,
Till prom-time, say, then to unbend
Too late! Indeed, what price friend?

by Ray Romine Friday, January 1, 1954

His pride is greatest in this land
Who drives his car with just one hand.
But why should such conceit ensue,
When others drive as well with two.

by Ray Romine Friday, January 1, 1954

Arrives at all his meetings late,
Making others fume and wait,
Wonders why, in sincere doubt,
He’s occasionally left out…

by Ray Romine Friday, January 1, 1954

This race stands firmly on its feet;
And sits to fix its face, or ear.
I lies when ailing (flu or mumps.);
But when it goes to study, slumps.

by Ray Romine Friday, January 1, 1954

Self-conscious to the point of tears
About the way her face appears,
She worries over trifling flaws,
Then lets this “gum” distort her jaws.

by Ray Romine Friday, January 1, 1954