If it’s true anticipation
Is the lion’s share of pleasure,
Then the winter’s sorry ration
Is the rarest sort of treasure!
by Ray Romine Thursday, January 2, 1947
Category: Poems
Ray Romine Poems
Paradox
“I’m sorry,” said he, “To intrude,”
Which leaves me slightly fuzzy:
If he was conscious he was rude,
Why wuzzy?
by Ray Romine Thursday, September 26, 1946
Parade Time
Sue has a horn, and I’ve a drum;
And Steve a clown-face he has made;
And with our cat and Jeannie’s dog
We’ll have a peach of a parade!
We’ll go off laughing, all in step–
We’ll march; we’ll whoop; we’ll serenade;
And have our circus afterward,
For mother’s making lemonade!
by Ray Romine Friday, June 27, 1952
Paper Monster
Leo rules the April skies,
And growls in tones sulphurous.
He makes flee Cancer’s baleful eyes ,
And holds off bright Arcturus.
But what is April’s must be gentle ,
Dreamy-eyed and sentimental;
So this bold lion of the dark is
Much less vicious than his bark is.
by Ray Romine Wednesday, October 4, 1950
Painful Extraction
“Relax,” he says , “This won’t hurt much.”
But I cannot. You see,
He’s not referring to the tooth,
But rather to the fee.
by Ray Romine Saturday, October 7, 1950
Page For The Kiddies
“We’re trying to prove,”
Said the Bunny,
“I’m not the only one
Who’s funny.”
….
Just one hump , the camel boasts–
The dromedary two;
Or is it two the camel has–
I wish I knew, don’t you??
The giraffe, sir, owns a longer neck
Than either you or me:
Which goes to show us what can come
Of craning, things to see.
The lion is the King of beasts,
A sort of jungle-terror,
Who muchly scares the mice and hares,
Unless I am in error.
The monkey is a silly ape
With curiousest habits;
He has a whole lot longer tail
Than any Easter rabbit’s.
And there’s the sassy Billy-goat
Who has a Van-dyke beard;
And all because he lazy is,
And never shaves, I’ve heerd
. . . . . . . .
And so we end our Zoo’s “Who’s Who”,
I’ve been a little bored, have you?
It’s your turn, now, to help the Zoo:
With crayons see what YOU can do!
by Ray Romine Friday, April 30, 1943
Paced by Taste
To me, you show a certain lack
Because you drink your coffee black;
While to you I am quite the droop
For crumbling crackers in my soup.
And both of us knov, one queer chum
Who does peculiar things with rum.
However much accord we’re bleating,
The proof of friendship’s in the eating.
by Ray Romine Tuesday, September 19, 1950
P. O. Employees’ Christmas Card To Campy:
Dear Earl:ยท We’ve studied, fussed and tried
To think up some thing clever
To let you know that still and all
We’re thinking of you ever.
But, after all, we’re just a lot
Of ordinary fellows
Who don’t get much pest usual run
Of “hi’s”, “goodbyes”, and “hello’s”.
So, if we’re inarticulate–
(No “Merry Christmas” to it)–
We’ll put our names down here below,
AND THAT’LL HAVE TO DO ITll
by Ray Romine Saturday, October 31, 1942
Own Worst Enemy
The Russian Joe
Is spending dough;
His terror’s getting sheerer .
He’s worried so
About some foe–
Quick, hand the guy a mirror!
by Ray Romine Thursday, June 15, 1950
Owed To Spring
Hail to thee, 0 gentle spring
Flowers a-bloom and birds a-wing
Grasses green and everything
Carest thou much if I should sing?
But then I s’pose that would bring
Rain and snow and everything.
But think you song were any worse
Than all this goofy-sounding verse?
by Ray Romine Tuesday, May 2, 1933