We’re told that dough
Can never buy it;
For a million bucks, though,
I would try it.
by Ray Romine Saturday, April 29, 1950
Work Type: Ray Romine Poems
Hanging Matter
When gatherings find me on time
It doesn’t indicate that I’m
A promptness stickler; no, it’s that
I like to hang my coat and hat.
by Ray Romine Saturday, January 27, 1951
Hang That Party Invitation!
Hang that party invitation!
(I toss, and twist my blanket)
It’s that coffee’s aggravation–
(! can’t sleep, and I can thank it)
I forgot it wasn’t rationed–
(So I drank it!)
by Ray Romine Friday, April 14, 1944
Hang Onto Your Hat
Take in your kiddies; hide the cat;
Today my wife is driving.
It’s slightly less than nothing flat
From starting to arriving.
I’m blacking out; my ears go too,
But I shall make no crack,
For speeding’s–to her–what I do
When she drives from the back.
by Ray Romine Monday, June 18, 1951
Hand-made
A book well-thumbed is a book well-read
Unless, of course, you have ids instead.
by Ray Romine Friday, January 30, 1953
Hang on to Your Wig, Wag
A pain, the chap who hears my joke
And never, never gets it.
Still, I prefer him to the bloke
Whose too -soon laugh upsets it!
by Ray Romine Tuesday, April 24, 1945
Hand On Doorknob, 3:00 A. M.
I know just what the wife will say
(I’m whom She’ll be berating);
The Piper, true, demands his pay,
But does he need debating?
by Ray Romine Tuesday, January 23, 1951
Hand Me Down
I’ve recently discovered
The parts heredity
Plays in the cuss that’s most of us,
So please stop blaming me!
by Ray Romine Thursday, June 21, 1951
Hamlet & I
The awful drain
Of living’s strain
Is often far too much for me;
I wonder if,
When I ‘m a stiff,
I can relax in luxury?
Or will I fret
In Heaven yet,
While burnishing my spotless soul?
–More like, I’ll fry
The while I cry
In Hell. (I -hate to shovel coal!)
by Ray Romine Friday, August 30, 1946
Halloween Post-Mortem
Small boys have put in storage
Their masks, and let us hope
We can be as optimistic
For their tallow and their soap.
Some do not like November–
Ah! That perfect season when
It’s safe to wash the windows
In the house and car again.
by Ray Romine Friday, November 3, 1950