Category: Objects

He was going to stay in the Haunted House;
But his alibi, to me,
Was a little thin: he couldn’t get in:
He forgot his skeleton key.

by Ray Romine Monday, September 5, 1949

The things we desire and the things that we own
Are different, we learned in school;
The hoarder’s endeavor presents us the lone
Exception that proves the rule.

by Ray Romine Monday, July 2, 1945

I notice, and it’s upsetting too,
That throw rugs not only are, but do.

by Ray Romine Monday, September 5, 1949

Oh please, repair-man, come and fix
That dresser-drawer that always sticks,
I beg you, rush, for I’ve a yen
To appear on the street in socks again!

Dear Customer: I know you’ll hate
My saying you’re a little late,
But as for socks, you’re a twice-dead duck:
My tools are in a drawer that’s stuck.

by Ray Romine Monday, September 5, 1949

An umbrella is a mockery;
The names I call it I shall leave unsaid.
It’s something always underfoot
Until the day I need it overhead!

by Ray Romine Saturday, September 1, 1945

An umbrella is a mockery;
The names I call it I shall leave unsaid.
It’s something always underfoot
Until the day I need it overhead!

by Ray Romine Thursday, May 3, 1945

I wipe my tweeds;
Control my wrath–
You’ve just two speeds:
They’re drouth and bath.

by Ray Romine Tuesday, August 22, 1950