Distinct, unslurred,
My speech has bounce–
Until the word
I can’t pronounce.
by Ray Romine Friday, June 30, 1950
Selections from Trella Romine's library at Terradise Nature Center
Distinct, unslurred,
My speech has bounce–
Until the word
I can’t pronounce.
by Ray Romine Friday, June 30, 1950
We asked him for a little talk;
Yet all’s not lost, for it’ll
Teach us to circle big with chalk
Next time, the one word little.
by Ray Romine Friday, June 30, 1950
His opening words were full of ring;
I very much admired his closing- –
But if he said anything
It must have been when I was dozing.
by Ray Romine Tuesday, May 2, 1950
He opens well; his closing’s new-
With nothing in between the two.
by Ray Romine Tuesday, May 2, 1950
His opening was warmly paced–
His closing maybe even warmer.
And yet I thought he might have placed
The latter nearer to the former.
by Ray Romine Tuesday, May 2, 1950
He started well; his cracks were wise,
But listeners are dozing.
Surely one might criticize
His utter lack of closing?
by Ray Romine Tuesday, May 2, 1950