You think it’s funny? ..Very?
Please shake with silent laughter;
We paid to hear this show, you know–
Let’s save the noise for after.
by Ray Romine Friday, March 11, 1949
Category: Poems
Ray Romine Poems
Healthful Absentmindedness
We ‘re told that hard work cannot kill,
But when of work I’ve had my fill,
I think those tasks which I forget
Have done me little harm as yet!
by Ray Romine Tuesday, October 30, 1951
Headline: Draft Drives Dads Daft
This confusion, while they stall,
Serves some purpose, after all:
For I’ll be GLAD, when they say “GO”–
O blessed relief, at last to KNOW!
by Ray Romine Wednesday, September 29, 1943
Headlight, Heck! That’s Me!
I sometimes think that never blows so red
The nose as where the summertime has fled…
by Ray Romine Saturday, November 5, 1949
Head Peace
The man with the twenty- five dollar fedora
Has it sat upon soundly by some dumb Dora.
Or the guy with the chapeau worth many a buck
Sees it blown off and pressed by a passing truck.
Whose top-piece came from the ritzy hatter
Finds it deluged with chewing gum, soup and batter.
It’s always the really exclusive lid
That’s seen by some eagle-eyed snowballing kid.
Hernce I wear my own hat with the jaunty assurance
That the price tag inside is its greatest insurance.
by Ray Romine Thursday, October 12, 1950
He- Man Confession
Upon the eve of that Big Day
Our game with State is fought,
This little sniffle that I have
Is hardly worth a thought.
But should my wife say “Shopping”,
I admit I am the kind
Who takes him and his outsize cold
To bed, if you dode bind.
by Ray Romine Friday, September 25, 1953
He Who Waits on His Arteries to Harden Waits in Vein
A host of diseases are lying in wait,
But don’t let them worry you, will you?
For it’s never the one you anticipate
That’s sure, in the end, to kill you .
by Ray Romine Saturday, May 12, 1945
He Who Hesitates is Only Half-Stopped
Diogenes had a rugged quest–
But here is one that tops him:
What I mean is can
You unearth a man
Who at STOP signs fully stops him?
by Ray Romine Wednesday, April 25, 1945
He Was Here A Minute Ago
While controversy rages
And arguments abound,
So long as I’m delivering
I love to stick around.
But should the tide of battle
Turn, and I’m receiving,
It’s then you’re apt to see me
Use the door for leaving.
Before you brand me coward,
And from invitations strike me,
I beg you to recall the
Million others like me
Who, while Quite unproud of
Being back-door users,
Can, by dodging swiftly,
Keep from being losers.
by Ray Romine Wednesday, January 24, 1951
He Uses Them, Too
Say what you will about your betters,
Our President is a man of letters.
by Ray Romine Monday, December 11, 1950