Category: Parties

Those friends who at 8 o’clock
Dropped in so breezily–
Why can’t they at 12 o’clock
Drop out as easily?

by Ray Romine Saturday, September 13, 1952

Hail-fellow-well-met is our host for tonight;
His parties are boisterous, often, and roaring.
He’s charming, he’s witty, he’s handsome, he’s bright;
He’s clever, vivacious, resourceful–and boring.

by Ray Romine Thursday, August 31, 1950

When parties bore me slightly stiff,
I wander off alone;
Unless, of course, because and if
The party is my own.

by Ray Romine Wednesday, October 18, 1944

I used not to stew at a fancy-dress feed,
For I followed my fellow’s self-confident lead,
Till the evening it dawned what a mess it would be
If my neighbor in tum should be following me.

by Ray Romine Wednesday, December 31, 1952

A little slow;
Inferior wine;
I ought to know–
The party’s mine.

by Ray Romine Saturday, September 16, 1950