If an auto meet an auto Scorching to the train, If an auto smash an auto, Will a cop complain? Of all the Force there's none, of course, I canna' handle well; But how I play that little game I dinna' care to tell. I've a purse well stocked wi' siller, I've a temper gay; Money saves a peck o' trouble, Money finds a way. Many a chauffeur gets a "record," Nane, they say, ha'e I; And all the cops they smile on me As I go scorching by. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SINGER OF ONE SONG by HENRY AUGUSTIN BEERS A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 6. CORRINA by THOMAS CAMPION SONG OF SHERWOOD by ALFRED NOYES YEARS OF THE MODERN by WALT WHITMAN DESERTED DERRICK by MARY ELIZABETH BRANTLEY THE HOLY STAR by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT |