“I’ll lay no eggs for you little lambs–
I can’t compete with those actor hams!”
On env. to Herm – 4-8/43
by Ray Romine Thursday, April 8, 1943
Category: Poems
Ray Romine Poems
Early Snowfall
What–Earth dead? She’s only sleeping!
Snowflakes peer from snowclouds keeping;
Then letting go the greying sky
Free as pixies, downward fly.
Now with a sparkling, flashing mirth
They wink at us from Mother Earth.
One small lesson, don’t forget–
Snow is life as well as wet.
by Ray Romine Sunday, August 8, 1954
Each Must Chews
Before they hit the evening sack
Some folks must have a midnight snack.
They place their feet beneath a table
And, impervious to brand or label,
Surroundings, figure, day or mood,
Proceed to stuff themselves with food.
Then there are those, ere they retire,
To rest at all find they require
Their spreads, their cheeses and their meats,
Their olives, sauces, pickled beets,
Their jellies, salads, and their breads,
Placed right beside them in their beds.
Both kinds, though, have a cousin (thinner)
Who stops his eating with his dinner.
by Ray Romine Tuesday, April 21, 1953
Durable
It seems that State Dep’t Heads
And Generals today
Have this at least in common:
The way they fade away !
by Ray Romine Thursday, July 26, 1951
Dry Up, Drip
What a nice putrescent spring!
It’s been more RAIN than anything
And then more rain, and thunder;
God controls the rain, they say–
But the way it looks to me this May
It’s gotten out from under!
by Ray Romine Sunday, May 16, 1943
Dry Those Tears, Pumpkin
Why should a woman find life so fearful
When her mate’s such a sucker when she is tearful?
by Ray Romine Wednesday, January 17, 1951
Drudge
The kingfisher sits on a sycamore limb
And lets the sunshine smother him.
He stretches. Obviously, he is wishing
He could vacation too. From all that fishing.
by Ray Romine Monday, February 15, 1954
Drone?
I am no part of any faction
Unless you’d call me anti-action.
by Ray Romine Saturday, August 20, 1949
Driving Reign
When she would drive, as off we go,
{I relinquish, and with zeal.}
{My acquiescence carries zeal.}
I {It} may as well, for this I know:
She drives, whoever has the wheel.
by Ray Romine Thursday, July 6, 1950
Drive-in
The waitress asks:
mustard or catsup?
Which do I really prefer?
The time hangs heavily on us–
Couldn’t I leave it to her?
I could say The Works, which would get me
Lettuce and stuff by the head;
But when I want salad I’ll order a salad,
And not have it served between bread.
O why did I order a sandwich?
The question’s as bitter as gall.
The problem of catsup or mustard
Need never have come up at all.
The time for decision is on us;
Let’s whip these things as they occur.
The waitress is standing there primly–
“Catsup or mustard, please, SIR?”
by Ray Romine Wednesday, June 17, 1953