When Junior is thirsty, excursions nocturnal
Are made, and described by his dad as infernal.
But it isn’t providing the water that rankles–
It’s the draft and the playthings on paternal ankles.
by Ray Romine Thursday, November 3, 1949
Category: Poems
Ray Romine Poems
Observation While Viewing New Models
Safety features aren’t weighty
When you’re doing over eighty.
by Ray Romine Friday, August 19, 1949
Observation Upon Completion of Vacation
Those who do right by the bean
Are very few and far between.
My hat is off: guess what’s the doffee?
The joint that serves good 5ยข coffee.
by Ray Romine Sunday, August 7, 1949
Observation At Meat Counter
Inflation, yes, but on my word,
There is this pleasant thought beneath:
It’s been an eon since I’ve heard
That we dig our graves with our teeth!
by Ray Romine Thursday, October 11, 1951
Object Lesson
I was the type who shined his shoes,
Minded mother, sat in pews,
Didn’t swear or stay up late,
Carouse, or drink or dissipate
–And ended up too nice a guy
To tramp on toes, to shove, or pry.
So see me now (though life is restful)-
Unhappy, bored and unsuccessful!
by Ray Romine Saturday, December 30, 1950
Obese Somebody!
So you’d open your own little business?
A Reducing Salon would be grand–
There might be some hitch, but you ought to get rich–
You would live off the fat of the land!
by Ray Romine Tuesday, October 15, 1946
O The Times Of The Signs!
Street-markers are a boon to me–
I’d sing their praise in flowered lines,
Had I but a directory
To lead me to the dratted signs
by Ray Romine Thursday, October 19, 1944
Nuts To Soup!
If I were but a turtle who
Had such a shell to crawl into,
I’d close my cover extra tight
And tell the world to fly a kite.
And yet a turtle’s such a wreck
Worrying about his neck.
When mine protrudes, it merely tans,
While his, stuck out, winds up in cans!
by Ray Romine Thursday, October 11, 1951
Nurtzery Rhyme
Twinkle, twinkle, little star–
How I wonder what you are;
And do you wonder what I am,
Or don’t you just plain give a dam’?
by Ray Romine Sunday, March 3, 1946
Numbers
There are numbers on my blocks
Much like those upon our clocks;
Numbers in my picture books;
Some, mother uses when she cooks
Which she often has to change,
High up on her cooking range;
Numbers on maps and ships and planes,
On license plates, on railroad trains;
Numbers here and numbers there–
Numbers almost everywhere–
And you’ll like numbers also when
You, like me, can count to ten!
by Ray Romine Wednesday, February 3, 1954