Was it Mrs. Brown’s party?
(You called me a louse)
Or was I the smarty
Who painted your house?
Was it, by chance,
At the Country-club dance,
Or did we compare
Hog notes at the Fair?
One day at the ocean?
Were you waiting table?
Or–it’s Just a notion–
Could your name be Mable?
Did we trade places
That day at the races?
The drive-in? The flower-show?
A screened leafy bower? No?
NOTHING makes me feel any sillier
Than a face I can’t place that’s so downright familiar!
by Ray Romine Friday, September 7, 1951
