Category: Neighbors

They’ve television
And a car
That’s new, and we
Are on a par.

They built a home ,
And we’ve kept up ,
Even to
Their cocker pup.

The end’s in sight,
Alas! You see ,
They ‘ve got dough-
And so had we.

by Ray Romine Tuesday, June 13, 1950

We laid aside
The tune that died.;
We stifled., murdered, downed it.
But we will hear
It for a year—
Our neighbor has just found it.

by Ray Romine Tuesday, July 10, 1951

I’ve noticed when the nights are hot
You make more noise than when it’snot.
I wonder could it be that you
Have canine troubles sleepmg too?

by Ray Romine Friday, June 19, 1953

I’m sorry dog, but after dark
I’d rather hear you snore than bark.

by Ray Romine Friday, June 19, 1953

My neighbors are a joy to me;
Each one’s a polished gem–
Which opens wide the other side:
What am I to them?
But since it would be quite a task,
I much prefer you wouldn’t ask.

by Ray Romine Saturday, October 13, 1951

Do you kick like heck when baby
Starts his medley in the night?
Do you rave and rant and cuss ’em
When the next door neighbors fight?
Do you give their son the a dickens
When at night his sax he toots?
Well, compared with rattling windows
These are pie, you bet your boots.

If there’s one thing sets me coo-koo
(You’ll agree with me, all right)
It’s that ghastly window rattling
Just as I doze off at night.
And I gripe so loud the neighbors
Waken from their slumber deep
To shout “why don’t you fix it,
So we ALL can get some sleep.”

by Ray Romine Thursday, January 12, 1933

You are no Dream-Girl, seen by day–
Which sounds, it first, surprising:
The way I see you every night
I !ind you tantalizing.

Please pull that shade–or leave it up!
Entirely I’m stressing,
And leave no 2-inch crack of light
To tease me while you’re dressing.

by Ray Romine Wednesday, May 16, 1945

The neighbors’ framed and clear-cut view
Affords us much amusement too,
For they have found, to their chagrin,
The looking ‘s swell from outside in.

by Ray Romine Sunday, April 1, 1951

Oh boy–how I hate to retire every night
When everything’s just in it’s glory
I really wake up just about at the time
Our neighbor to bed goes–b’gorry!

It’s tough on the neighbor, and no applesass
Our radio’s fierce–no deceivin’.
But when you think of him a-mowin’ his grass
At six in the morning–we’re even!

by Ray Romine Tuesday, January 17, 1933

This attitude I’m taking,
As they sing or shout or fuss:
With all the noise they’re making,
It’s a cinch they can’t hear US!

by Ray Romine Sunday, June 29, 1952