Tipping is a nuisance;
It also costs me money.
But I can’t stnd the pressure–
Here’s a Quarter, sonny.
by Ray Romine Wednesday, June 27, 1951
Category: Poems
Ray Romine Poems
Take A Letter
Do scandals worry Harry?
Not he? He’s merely bored,
For Harry’s trusty fountain-pen
Is sharper than the sword!
by Ray Romine Friday, December 14, 1951
Tain’t Funny!
When we played, as kids, and food was wishes,
We’d “pretend-eat” from empty dishes.
We’re grown up now, except for eating:
History is now repeating!
by Ray Romine Saturday, April 10, 1943
Tact Fact
Tact, simply said, is after all
The gentle art of knowlng
Just when one’s intelligence
Ought not to be showing.
by Ray Romine Wednesday, October 3, 1951
Sympathy Indicated
One admits that rearing children
Calls for tact unmitigated;
It is true, though, raising parents
Must be far more complicated.
by Ray Romine Thursday, September 1, 1949
Sympathy For Jones
Jonesy has a lot to say:
This is Jonesy’s wedding-day.
Let him have his short-lived fun;
Let him prize his putrid pun;
Let him love his little laugh;
Let him chew his cheerful chaff;
Let him to his mirth succumb:
Tomorrow Jonesy will be glum. (dumb?)
His orations, then I fear,
Will condense to “Yes, My Dear.”
Let old Jonesy have his say–
This is Jonesy’s last free day.
by Ray Romine Tuesday, October 30, 1945
Sympathy
When summer hits its greenest, highest tide,
A leaf upon the grass, defeated, dried,
Is very out of place, and brings to mind
Round hole, square peg; and humankind–
And city, job, adjustment Who is “free”?
A leaf is more at home upon a tree.
by Ray Romine Tuesday, June 16, 1953
Sweepings?
Since the figures required are such whoppers
To tell of the dollars his hoppers
Demand and then lose,
It is certainly news
When Uncle Sam asks us for coppers!
by Ray Romine Friday, September 7, 1951
Swan Song?
Goodbye, goodbye to old Romance–
I’ll never have another chance!
For, I find, I am growing old,
And even my ashes are getting cold.
He cannot pass for chic again
Who has a little girl of ten!
From making whoopee I’ve gone, instead,
To piling, at 9 pm, in bed;
Where once I danced, or enjoyed a spree,
A movie is high-life enough for me.
Juvenile parts he can play no more
Whose hair is turning a frosty hoar.
And still, when a shapely lass goes by,
My insides sizzle, and curl, and fry;
My ideas suddenly change
As basic atoms re-arrange.
Pardon ME , Toots–you think I could
Have one last fling?–Let’s MAKE IT GOOD!
by Ray Romine Thursday, September 12, 1946
Suspicious Character?
In spite of all our efforts,
Junior can’t see why
A department-store detective
Is not a counter-spy.
by Ray Romine Friday, November 30, 1951