Though I love my wife I’d leave her
Every spring-time when the fever
Of the wanderlust goes ooursing through my veins;
When the lawn is greening grassily,
Dandelions flashing brassily,
Then I heed the tempting whistle of the trains.
Oh I crave to find me copin’
With the road that’s always open;
There’s desire for mad adventure in my blood;
Give me car or motorcycle–
Oh yes, GAS–well, then a bike’ll
Have to hold me,–Hello, Postman–what’s this, Bud?
Though I didn’t exactly pick it,
Right from here I have the ticket
For the things I may have missed:–it says “1-A”.
Now, though, that my introduction
To adventure means INDUCTION,
Home sounds better, and this poem AIN’T FUNNAY?
by Ray Romine Wednesday, March 29, 1944