Category: Children’s Poems

My Spot does tricks; see him shake hands,
Sit up, and bark at my commands,
Roll over–oh, he’s very quick;
But if I teach him one more trick,
The folks who watch my dog will see
He’s very near as smart as me!

by Ray Romine Tuesday, January 8, 1952

I like the steady tick tick-tock
Of my own cheerful little clock;
It wakes me when the day dawns bright;
And sends me off to bed at night.
Its face is kind; it understands,
But does its “telling” with its hands,
And though it runs, it gets no place.
Clocks are a most peculiar race!

by Ray Romine Saturday, January 5, 1952

No parent finds it commonplace,
Who has one child or thirty,
That a six-year-old can wash his face.
And leave his hands so dirty.

by Ray Romine Thursday, January 10, 1952

Keys, I think, are pretty things;
Some are round and some are square;
Some are strung on chains or strings;
Each unlocks a door somewhere.

Hear the jingly sound they make
In a pocket no one sees!
They tell secrets as they shake–
Books too, daddy says, are keys.

by Ray Romine Saturday, August 25, 1951

I like to squeeze the toothpaste tube,
And fold it up from underneath;
I laugh and shout
To watch come out
Happy smiles, and shining teeth!

by Ray Romine Sunday, August 26, 1951

To a dandelion, Daddy told me,
Getting seeds sown mostly mattered.
So I’ve been busy all forenoon
Helping her get scattered.

by Ray Romine Wednesday, January 30, 1952

Hers , Mummy says, is like a mop,
And goes off to the beauty shop.
Daddy says his own is thinner:
Mine needs combing just ‘fore dinner.

by Ray Romine Tuesday, January 29, 1952

The fog is everywhere and though
It’s pretty in a way,
I’m not sure I approve of
My world entirely gray.

Since I like colors: yellow, blue,
And reds and greens that glow,
I much prefer the sunshine,
Which lets the colors show!

by Ray Romine Saturday, February 2, 1952

The bathroom tap went drip-drip-DROP?
And daddy said it had to STOP!
He got a lot of wrenches out
And in a half-an-hour, about,
He had it fixed; and said that noise
Shut off much easier than boys!

by Ray Romine Monday, February 25, 1952

He rolls his big brovm eyes at me,
And says as plainly as can be,
“I like you too.” Sis says, “But how?
For all he says to me is ‘Bow!”

by Ray Romine Monday, January 12, 1953