Category: Money

With pleasure I cannot conceal
I’ll take her out and fete her
When the dough that one day bought the meal
Will do to tip the waiter.

by Ray Romine Wednesday, October 17, 1945

When blessings counted are so small
I find them barely viewable,
I’m thankful that my mortgages
And notes are all renewable.

My outlook may be negative,
But carried further yet,
I like words like No, Not, and None
Applied, at least, to debt.

by Ray Romine Friday, January 5, 1951

Good looks he has, I grant you.
He can keep them, though.
I’d settle for his hobby–
i .e., making dough.

by Ray Romine Sunday, April 30, 1950

I personally resent Wilburforce Moss-Dragon, Who, lousy with
lucre and able to droop on the poop of his sloop,
Is always going around looking like a two-thirds decimated
Boy-Scout troop;

Who has more dough in various banks
Than Russia can count tanks,

But who still wears a continually harrassed frown
(Perhaps because his corporation can’t put one more dimestore
in one more town),

Or maybe he goes around looking worried
Because his racing stable isn’ t properly curried,

Or it could be he’s pondering over a bad end,
Which in his case would be conking out and leaving all that
stuff for someone else to spend.
But whatever is hurting him, it seems a shame,
What with all that publicity, that spot-light he’s in, and
all that fame,

He can’t occasionally manage a very small smile
So that we inferior folk would be stimulated to work like
Wilburforce so we, too, could accumulate a pile.

For it only makes sense to me, that if stacks of coin
Won’t make me happy as all-get-out, then the woim should
toin,

And, instead of pitching in and slaving to be unhappily
rich,
Why I’ll relax, take it easy, and be unhappily poor–if it
makes no difference which!

by Ray Romine Wednesday, August 28, 1946

Money–though it’s truly
Germ-covered as can be,
Never gets quite filthy
Enough to stick to me.

by Ray Romine Sunday, August 19, 1951

Our friends are quick to comment on
Our fine new house. It’s plush and manse-ive,
Beautiful and really gone–
And, also one admits, expansive!

by Ray Romine Tuesday, November 18, 1952

There are only one or two
Things in life I want to do:
Make a pile some easy way,
Starring in the movies, say;
Own a yacht; and travel far
In a huge, new, shining car;
Have some friends, especially folks
Who’ll laugh at my so-funny jokes.

Since they’ll die unrealized,
My wants won’t matter, oversized.

by Ray Romine Saturday, June 17, 1950

“Phone Company looted of thousands by girls dropping coin rolls in bras.” … . News item.

Quarters and big dough, one hears,
Are apt to be found in brassieres,
Which makes it confusing-
Does this mean we’re excusing
The character who, looking, leers??

by Ray Romine Monday, October 2, 1950

I envy people who live in Palaces
Their almost entire absence of callouses.

by Ray Romine Thursday, April 12, 1951

That all things come to him who waits
May be quite true, but I’m
Convinced that my first million bucks
Is taking lots of time!

by Ray Romine Tuesday, June 23, 1953