Category: Children

I’ll paint the den in two hours flat–
Ooops! There’s one thing I missed.
Add another hour to that:
Here’s Junior, who’ll assist.

by Ray Romine Thursday, February 14, 1952

The wayward boy in later years ,
Must sometimes think of thanking
Who, when he needed discipline,
Gave him a birthday spanking.

by Ray Romine Wednesday, October 10, 1951

I’d hoped one day to have a son
To cut grass quickly growing;
Instead I have a daughter who
Informs me it needs mowing.

by Ray Romine Tuesday, May 8, 1951

Johnny is a smart lad;
Still, Johnny has to stay
In with the teacher
While the others play.

Johnny knew the answer
But, “Er…ahem…hum-m.”
Have you seen his teacher?–
Johnny’s not so dumb!

by Ray Romine Tuesday, October 30, 1945

“But mother, why should I go on?–
I’ve really learned to play!”
(And this on Sandre’s VERY FIRST
Piano-lesson-day.)

Some quaint and startling things are found
Upon this earth, forsooth;
But nothing strange can quite exceed
The CONFIDENCE of YOUTH!

“Inspired” by a remark of S’s, after her very first lesson
on piano, as indicated …..

by Ray Romine Sunday, November 14, 1943

Ask any normal growing boy
To name the thing most apt to hurt
His chances, and you will enjoy
His answer: “Soap!” and last choice, “Dirt”.

by Ray Romine Wednesday, September 20, 1950

Don’t worry, dear friends who’ve dropped in with your kids:
Our faith is completely unshakable
In what’s under our roof. The joint’s kiddie-proof,
For everything’s broken that’s breakable.

by Ray Romine Sunday, December 2, 1951

Small brother, you be Sammy Kaye;
I’ll be a tapper tapping,
For it’s almost the time of day
When father does his napping.

Or sing it loudly as you can,
That song that has no closing;
I’ll help by banging on this pan,
For father dear is dozing.

I’ll block the crossing with my train;
You’re in a car– keep beeping;
Or ride your cayuse on the plain,
For father dear is sleeping.

But wait–I think our noisy pup,
Or mother’s kitchen riot–
Well, SOMETHING’S wakened father up.
Let’s you and I be quiet.

by Ray Romine Thursday, February 4, 1954

While some folks’ girls have golden hair
And cobalt eyes, I will declare,
Thoueh silver-tongued be your small lass,
Our own at least has lungs of brass!

by Ray Romine Monday, October 16, 1950

One should let one’s nature soften
Toward babies–some are dry quite often.

by Ray Romine Saturday, September 23, 1950