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Lines To A Little Listener

Perched on the outer fringes
Of adult conversation,
Your ears are eager hinges;
Big eyes show concentration.
Feeling left out, maybe?
To me, you’re really in it.
When it’s conversation, baby,
You’re absorbing, every minute.

by Ray Romine Saturday, March 17, 1951

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Let’s Face It

“We’ll get a puppy for them:
Won’t that please their eyes?
We’ll take them to the circus–“
We smile, and realize
That children often furnish
Convenient alibis!

by Ray Romine Tuesday, September 27, 1949

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Juvenile Refueler

Ice cream cones are dangerous toys
In the hands of little boys;
Our own can drool a sticky trickle
From taffy-apple or popsicle,
And he enjoys a natural flair
For getting butter in the hair.
He’s almost always in the mood
For flipping, at the table, food.
He plays fast games, or loops-the-loop
With plain and fancy brands of soup;
Groceries, he hasn’t heard,
Are eaten, never throwm or stirred.
But as I watch him, this defeats me:
With what he’s lost, he still out-eats me!

by Ray Romine Wednesday, July 11, 1951

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Janitor Job

Sis came in from playing
With mud upon her shoes;
Brother scattered popcorn;
And father dropped the News;

Baby spilled his bottie;
The kitten broke a vase;
The dog helped out by strewing
Bones about the place.

Advice for young homemakers?
Mother has this gem:
Learn picking things up faster
Than the family scatters them!

by Ray Romine Tuesday, January 15, 1952