Category: Poems

She is the type who stays aloof,
Her nose uptilted toward the roof,
Till prom-time, say, then to unbend
Too late! Indeed, what price friend?

by Ray Romine Friday, January 1, 1954

His pride is greatest in this land
Who drives his car with just one hand.
But why should such conceit ensue,
When others drive as well with two.

by Ray Romine Friday, January 1, 1954

Arrives at all his meetings late,
Making others fume and wait,
Wonders why, in sincere doubt,
He’s occasionally left out…

by Ray Romine Friday, January 1, 1954

This race stands firmly on its feet;
And sits to fix its face, or ear.
I lies when ailing (flu or mumps.);
But when it goes to study, slumps.

by Ray Romine Friday, January 1, 1954

Self-conscious to the point of tears
About the way her face appears,
She worries over trifling flaws,
Then lets this “gum” distort her jaws.

by Ray Romine Friday, January 1, 1954

To a visitor from Outer Space
Your Earth’s a fascinating place!
I, Raydar, have been sent her to
Take back a full report on you.

You younger folk, especially,
Are clear out of this world to me!
YOUTH and I would like to share
My gatherd notes with you out there.
We hop you like them; and, to close,
If I should sometimes step on toes,
To take a leaf from your own book,
‘I call them just the way they look!

by Ray Romine Friday, January 1, 1954

You’ve heard of flying saucers–
Imagination or truth?
Out of This World for certain–
Raydar tells all: Watch in Youth!
(see next issue)

by Ray Romine Friday, January 1, 1954

This is the one who won’t hold still
When friends approach with news to spill.
The egotist, his trouble is
No interests ever equal HIS!

by Ray Romine Tuesday, June 22, 1954

One of the finer things I’ve met
About this world is etiquette;
Yet, though it’s true a child could learn it,
There are the careless ones who spurn it.

by Ray Romine Tuesday, June 22, 1954