Our Sonny combs his hair these days
Sometimes; and, as a rule,
He looks into the mirror
Before he’s off to school.
He walks a bit more patiently
Between our Don’t’s and Do’s;
And mother caught him Friday last
Shining at his shoes.
And thus, ere stubble, double chins,
And falling hair, romance begins.
by Ray Romine Tuesday, July 11, 1950
