Category: Excuses

You’ll have to swing it without me, my friend–
I simply can’t manage, this time, to attend.
That PTA job I have takes time untold;
And my unfinished chores are a thing to behold.
I have painting to do, and a lawn that needs seeding;
I should attend lodge, and catch up on my reading.
There’s a mirror to hang; there’s the back fence to mend,
And ad infinitum without any end.
In fact, as most any observer deduces,
My life is as full as I am of excuses.

by Ray Romine Sunday, May 25, 1952

I meant to write, but lacked the stamp;
Or wire, but gosh the streets were damp;
I would have called, but your Aunt Lizzie–
And when I phoned, your line was busy.
So pardon me, if I’ve seemed shy,
(Incidentally, what’s YOUR Alibi?)
or: (Now, how about YOUR Alibi?)

by Ray Romine Wednesday, January 10, 1951

“I don’t believe that I can make it–
Sorry, I would like to come–
Make it some day in the future–“
Alibis can get how rum??

Maybe, though, upon perusal,
They’re better than outright refusal!

by Ray Romine Wednesday, August 15, 1951