Category: Gossip

Look, I really shouldn’t listen.
But on him you can’t unsell me,
So where is the harm in this’n?
Go ahead, my friend, and tell me.

by Ray Romine Friday, April 27, 1951

She walks into the beauty shop.
“Give me the works,” she says (a hint)
And strolls out with a brand new crop
Of all the news unfit to print.

by Ray Romine Friday, October 5, 1951

Let who will, across the town,
With gossip’s ugly nasty frown
Try to cut my ego down;
My head is high.

Man has a heritage of pride,
A soaring flame that won’t be tied,
Reminding him from deep inside:
“Keep that head high!”

So it is that trouble can
Make me glad I am a man!

by Ray Romine Sunday, October 7, 1951

It isn’t so much that you’ve turned me down,
But rather the fact that it’s all over (town) .

by Ray Romine Wednesday, August 22, 1951

All the things my neighbor tells me
Of other neighbors that he’s learned,
Makes me wonder if he spares me
then my back to him is turned.

A guy I work with loves to gossip
About another friend of ours;
Am I, then, in turn, his subject
When it comes to after-hours?

About my wife I even wonder ,
As high-heeled to her Club she goes:
When they rake their husbands over,
Does she tell em all she knows?

So help me, conscience, to remember,
If I gossip of a friend,
The guy to whom I’m talking gathers
I’ll talk about HIM in the end.

And anyway, I should remember:
“I was told”; “I heard”; “They say”–
Harm far more the chap who says them,
Than the subject, any day.

by Ray Romine Saturday, April 24, 1943