Now when we got married we fretted and fumed.
For we wanted a homey so bad.
This room and that room we struggled to fix
In keeping with each latest fad.
Lamps must be so and the poor radio
Suffered greatly from moving so much.
Furniture sighed as we earnestly tried
To make homey comfy and such.
All of this trouble we made for ourselves
And a sweet waste of time, too, by Gar!
All of this trouble to fix up our home,
And we spend half our time in the car.
by Ray Romine Saturday, September 23, 1933
