OH, what I like's a touring car, A comfy, headache-curing car, A wholly reassuring car That takes you from your door, And whirls you through proximity To absolute sublimity, With perfect equanimity, A hundred miles or more; That whisks you through the scenery, Of wooded slope and greenery, And drops you at a beanery Where millionaires are fed; Then out into the night again To storm a fairy height again, And revel in the flight again, Before it's home to bed. Oh, then, in kneeling attitude, With many a pious platitude I raise a prayer of gratitude For friends more rich than I. Such motoring! I'll say for it, I'm ready any day for it, Since I don't have to pay for it -- The best of reasons why! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE DEATH OF SWINBURNE by SARA TEASDALE BRUCE AND THE SPIDER by BERNARD BARTON THE HUMBLE-BEE by RALPH WALDO EMERSON VALENTINES TO MY MOTHER: 1885 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 5. BY LITTLE AND LITTLE by PHILIP AYRES THE MOTHER'S LAMENT by BERNARD BARTON |