Category: Money

For little things they sey are free
Wifey loves to send away–
And that should be O.K. with me:
A dime is all she’s gotta pay.

But it takes a BOX-TOP too,
And they have breakfast food beneath ’em:
“Puffie-Popps”, and “Crinkled-Foo”—
And fam’ly does to ME bequeath ’em.

They want the roses , glads and mums
That blossom in the ads they see,
And think not of the grief that comes
Thru munching colored hay, to ME!

Indigestion hurts me some–
But lay me down and die I can’t–
For when the bulbs and posies come ,
I’LL have the doggone things to plant!

by Ray Romine Thursday, April 22, 1943

My wife’s full of envy at Madeline’s gown;
She’s goggling at Ernestine’s furs;
She makes caustic cracks
Behind some of the backs
On figures sleeker than hers.

She’s wild about Hortense’s lipstick and rouge;
She turns a bit green at Sue’s pearls;
She’ll crave and she’ll covet,
She’ll eye and she’ll love it,
So long as it’ s some other girl’s.

But the gal that I envy’s that fortunate critter
Earning my dough back home while I’m bored here- -our sitter.

by Ray Romine Tuesday, August 15, 1950

Who raises prices leaves my ire
With indignation swelling;
I wish him consequences dire–
Unless, of course, I’m selling.

by Ray Romine Thursday, March 15, 1951

Although I find I’m somewhat short
At eating time, am I unnerved?
I order food with this retort:
The sign invites “Please Pay When Served.”

by Ray Romine Sunday, September 2, 1951

His knowledge of Wages and Prices
While not strong, for John Public suffices-
With or without controls,
He knows his dough rolls
Away from him fast in huge slices.

by Ray Romine Friday, November 17, 1950

When envying the idle rich
I can but sometimes wonder which
I crave the more, and which the less:
Their money, or– just idleness?

by Ray Romine Tuesday, January 22, 1946

“It’s the principle, not the money,”
I declare. I am the man
Who, though dough is unimportant,
Grabs at every buck he can.

Though I know it’s not convincing
That I’ve no regard for pelf,
It’s a most effective method
When I want to kid myself!

by Ray Romine Wednesday, December 17, 1952

Money isn’t everything-
Everybody knows it,
So long as we’re excepting
The guy to whom one owes it.

by Ray Romine Friday, May 19, 1950

As taxes and prices soar higher,
Hear a word from the small ragged buyer:
“What goes up, they say,
Never goes up to stay–
When expenses descend, they’ll be nigher.”

by Ray Romine Friday, June 29, 1951

The dollar may be badly bent–
My own, I find, is merely spent.

by Ray Romine Tuesday, February 27, 1951