Though at this point, women
Seem somewhat gruesome,
If I knew any widows,
I’d probably woo some.
by Ray Romine Tuesday, September 11, 1951
Category: Poems
Ray Romine Poems
Finale
The referee’s blown his last whistle;
The goal posts have even succumbed;
And over a hot cup of coffee
This spectator’s getting un-numbed.
But saying the ball game is over
Is scarcely the term, so to speak:
Wherever alumni shall gather,
The re-hash is good for a week!
by Ray Romine Thursday, September 24, 1953
Filling-in Word
I face my dentist, full of dread.
My books, my friends, insist it’s mental;
No doubt my trouble Is in my head,
But term it, if you don’t mind, dental.
by Ray Romine Wednesday, April 15, 1953
Filler (2)
Everything but in our attic
Is filed away so systematic.
by Ray Romine Thursday, August 22, 1946
Filler
When I go to the Limberlost,
I am not one to count the cost.
But when I dance to Richard Himber*
I’m surely lost unless I’m limber.
Richard Himber was an American bandleader, composer, violinist, magician and practical joker.
by Ray Romine Thursday, August 22, 1946
Fifty-cent Dollar
The dollar may be badly bent–
My own, I find, is merely spent.
by Ray Romine Tuesday, February 27, 1951
Fifty-cent Buck
The dollar may be almost finished,
But love for it is undiminished.
by Ray Romine Tuesday, February 27, 1951
Fetch A Large Lens
Here is advice I never heed:
“Don’t hide your talents!” I don’t need
To worry, whose are all so small
They almost never show at all.
by Ray Romine Monday, April 7, 1952
Fellow-man
Be he Mohammedan, Christian, Buddhist or Brahman,
Money is one thing we don’t have in common.
by Ray Romine Tuesday, May 20, 1952
Feet In The Mud
I have a song
That I would sing
If it weren ‘t wrong–
I like to sing.
I sense a verse
I’d like to write,
But some would curse–
I won’t tonight.
There is a girl
Who could be kissed–
She is a pearl;
But I’d be hissed.
And so, forgive
Our humdrum lives:
He wants to live
Who Just survives.
by Ray Romine Sunday, December 9, 1945