A fuller house I have not seen
Than that of the people called McLean:
It is so cluttered up with toys,
And laughing little girls and boys,
And kiddy-cars, and tattered books,
And luscious things that mother oooks,
And sat-in chairs, discarded jeans,
And very well-read magazines,
And paper dolls, and cocker puppies,
And–perhaps the last straw–guppies,
That in this household hate and gloom
Cannot reside: there isn’t room!
by Ray Romine Friday, September 26, 1947
