Category: Fashion

I wonder if she who makes the stir
About her unshorn tresses
Is doomed to share the fate of her
Who spurned these longer dresses?

by Ray Romine Friday, June 30, 1950

Do not cover, maid, your lantern
With a bushel: make some man turn.
You can do it with the way
All the damsels dress today:
Just exchange the lantern for a
Well-illuminated doorway!

(or ….same title)

Do not hide, sweet maid, your lantern
If you cannot make a man turn.
Brighten up, be cheerful, gay;
For the way you dress today,
You can trade the lantern for a
Well-illuminated doorway!

by Ray Romine Monday, September 10, 1945

I must confess I do not mind
Dresses getting longer.
With what they’ll cover up, we’ll find
Stomachs will be stronger.

by Ray Romine Friday, September 12, 1947

Though the ladies try hard
To exhibit their torsos,
When a mere man goes swimming,
So very much more shows.

Yes, while she may outlive
The brute male–and out-lip him,
His mate can’t–it’s pathetic–
Quite ever outstrip him.

by Ray Romine Tuesday, January 27, 1953

Spend a chunk of hard-earned loot,
A hundred bucks, say, for a suit
That has the class, the snap, the zing–
Sharp lapels and lots of swing–
In a fabric which you love;
That fits exactly like a glove,
And who admires the perfect fit?
Who, in fact, will notice it?

by Ray Romine Thursday, July 12, 1951

A Hat?
Not That!

by Ray Romine Monday, February 12, 1945

You soon won’t be able to tell at a glance
Whether they are or are not wearing pance.

by Ray Romine Tuesday, October 22, 1946

Milady sticks from out her shoes
Both fore and aft, and does not choose
To veil her midriff; her chapeau
Her head projects at 10 below.

Tell me, tell me–are her clothes
(I doubt if even woman knows)
Designed to cover, or expose?

by Ray Romine Monday, February 12, 1945

I’d trade mine for the model’s job,
Enthroned upon her dais;
Though I’ll admit- -if pressed on it–
I don’t know what her pais.

No woolen shortage for this gal–
Her working clothes are simple:
Unlike the rest of us, she’s dressed
In sigh, or smile, or dimple.

And red points are no problem here
For she muet watch her diet,
Which can’ t be shunned: if she’s rotund,
The canvas–who would buy it?

The fuel shortage is the catch,
With that uncovered torso:
65 degrees, and me, I freeze
Without exposing moreso!

by Ray Romine Wednesday, February 14, 1945

Some girls get notices, my guess is,
For sporting very low cut dresses,
While others find it much less trouble
To swap the dress for fan or bubble.
The papers seldom feature prudes–
No nudes, I guess, is not good news.

by Ray Romine Friday, February 29, 1952