I tried to concoct an epistle:
Junior picked that time to whistle.
He gave my shushings little heed
As I endeavored next to read.
Then I listened to the news:
He expounded sundry views;
And when I lay me dovm to nap,
I got a baseball in my lap.
Here now, it’s homework he’s berating;
But tiptoe past. (He’s concentrating.)
by Ray Romine Tuesday, February 26, 1952
