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Good Old Days

I used to delight in rhymes about
Thanksgiving in my granddad’s day,
And how he used to ride ‘way out .
To “Granny’s”, in his one-hoss shay!

But since gas rationing’s come to us,
I think I’d a whole lot rather hear
A rhyme of auto, train, or bus–
The “Good Old,Days” of just last year!

by Ray Romine Wednesday, October 21, 1942

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Frustration

By traffic’s tangled snarl held fast,
I see a stretch of street at last!
I trod upon the gas–Oh NO!
That sign–“School Zone,” it says, “Go slow.”

by Ray Romine Wednesday, November 1, 1950

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Feeling Station

Good morning, from over my steering wheel;
Service me for the open road,
And I’ll wind up in a mile of steel
Behind a truck with a load.

Fill ‘er full of good gasoline;
Check, please, the water and oil;
I go to do battle with lights red and green
And a temper that’s ready to boil.

You might spray the windshield with some of that stuff;
Then, sonny, get ready to dodge:
Just thinking of going was driving enough–
I’m heading back for the garage!

by Ray Romine Thursday, September 13, 1951