Snow crunches,
Trees snap–
(Music to some ears
(Ears that do not
Have to go
Out of doors, one fears)
by Ray Romine Wednesday, December 27, 1950
Category: Poems
Ray Romine Poems
Effortless
I’m not the type
To work and gripe
(That sort of thing is irking)
I AM the fowl
Fiend who’ll growl
Sans, of course, the working.
Which makes me reprehensible,
Hungry, rested, sensible.
by Ray Romine Thursday, January 25, 1951
Effort Incomplete
“He never finished anything,”
When Life and I have parted ,
I much prefer to have them say
To “He could not get started.”
by Ray Romine Monday, May 19, 1952
Effectual Motion
No matter how indolent I may be feeling,
Nor how pressed for time when spare moments are fleeting,
I’m not in much danger, I think, of congealing:
My mouthparts get exercise talking and eating…
by Ray Romine Monday, June 4, 1951
Economics Lesson
A bricklayer is a fellow who makes
Loud noises about the price of steaks,
But who looks amazed when the butcher kicks
on three bucks an hour for laying bricks
by Ray Romine Friday, September 19, 1952
Economic Status, First Person Singular
Prosperous me,
B.T.*
*Before Troces
by Ray Romine Friday, August 24, 1951
Eating Is Believing
The sign, “LIGHT lunch”
I didn’t catch-
The place is small,
The portions match.
by Ray Romine Thursday, April 13, 1950
Easy On The White Meat
And here is the day for the annual rebuffing
Of the children because of the turkey–and STUFFING.
by Ray Romine Wednesday, September 16, 1953
Easy Money
This term can only mean, today,
The ease with which it gets away.
by Ray Romine Thursday, August 9, 1951
Easy Does It!
Daughter’s platter used to be
Filled with ritzy scenery,
(The kind that’s painted on the plate
And not the stuff thereon she ate):
Pretty roses, leaflets green,
Lambs a-scamp’ring in between.
But now are posies lighter shade,
While lambs have done a sort of fade;
For every day, to dine or sup,
She SCRAPES to fill her tummy up.
TAKE IT EASY, SANDRA JEAN,
WHEN YOU SCRAPE YOUR PLATTER CLEAN.
Yes, the way it used to be,
Hard to get to eat was she;
Never close, at any rate,
Was she to surface of the plate:
Always left an inch or two
To insulate what artist drew.
But now, beware, O Masterpiece–
You’d better pray for quick release,
For, better death at kitchen sink,
Than see your beauty slowly shrink.
The Gentle Touch, 0 SANDRA JEAN,
ACQUIRE TO KEEP YOUR PLATTER CLEAN.
Daughter isn’t starving, but
She’s left her “fussy-eater” rut.
Plop that food there, French or Spanish,
On her plate, and watch it vanish!
But please don t sand the platelet thin–
Supper-time we’ll eat agin.
Attack it not with fume and froth,
Or you’ll be through to table-cloth.
For we ain’t seen the worst, as yet–
DISHES may be hard to get!
SCRAPE IT LIGHTLY, SANDRA JEAN,
AFTER PLATE OF FOOD IS CLEAN!
by Ray Romine Sunday, June 27, 1943