What is this that roareth thus? Can it be a Motor Bus? Yes, the smell and hideous hum Indicat Motorem Bum! Implet in the Corn and High Terror me Motoris Bi: Bo Motoroi clamitabo Ne Motoroe caedar a Bo -- Dative be or Ablative So thou only let us live: -- Whither shall thy victims flee? Spare us, spare us, Motor Be! Thus I sang; and still anigh Came in hordes Motores Bi, Et complebat omne forum Copia Motorum Borum. How shall wretches live like us Cincti Bis Motoribus? Domine, defende nos Contra hos Motores Bos! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THERE WILL BE STARS by SARA TEASDALE THE COLD NIGHT by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE MOTHER'S HOPE by SAMUEL LAMAN BLANCHARD MY LOST YOUTH by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW WINTER SLEEP by EDITH MATILDA THOMAS THE PRODIGAL'S BROTHER SPEAKS by BESS SAMUEL AYRES BARLEY BROTH by SUSANNA BLAMIRE THE WOUNDED VULTURE by ANNE CHARLOTTE LYNCH BOTTA TAKE YOUR CHOICE: AND PERHAPS GELETT BURGESS by BERTON BRALEY |