Category: Fashion

“A summer of shorts
Has grown old,” father snorts,
“I am fed up with looking. ” But then,
Very soon now a knee
Will be something to see,
And he’ll take up his staring again!

by Ray Romine Sunday, September 9, 1945

Milady’s visible here and there:
At heel; at toe; her midriff’s bare;
And even though it’s 10 below,
Her head must show thru her chapeau.

If ze creation gives
Ze effect of ze doughnut,
Milady, be sure,
Will have to oughnut!

by Ray Romine Monday, February 12, 1945

The thing had “come-hither”–
She purchased the daft hat;
Then gets in a dither
Because she is laughed at!

by Ray Romine Friday, May 4, 1945

He greets each item his wife wears
With criticism and with censure;
Her chic, her verve, her daring scares
Who lacks, himself, the nerve to venture!

by Ray Romine Thursday, September 4, 1952

September Morn was a nude
To those olden painters–how crude!
For I find her dressed
In the latest and best,
Much surer, this way, to be viewed!

by Ray Romine Monday, September 10, 1945

If you will wear your shorts and slacks
(Sad garments that do not enhance)
Then overlook my caustic cracks–
I’m having fun at your expanse.

by Ray Romine Wednesday, September 10, 1952

If you will wear your shorts and slacks
(Sad garments that do not enhance)
Then overlook my caustic cracks–
I’m having fun at your expanse.

by Ray Romine Wednesday, September 10, 1952