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Poems
THE MOTOR FEMININE
With a whiz and a whir and a merry "honk,"
The motor car whirled up to the door,
To carry away, on pleasure bent,
In motor array, a party of four.
'Twas a summer day in the end of June,
When green fields beckoned us from afar,
And we turned from the city's sultry noon,
To the air-swept dash of the willing car.
The motor car whirled up to the door,
To carry away, on pleasure bent,
In motor array, a party of four.
'Twas a summer day in the end of June,
When green fields beckoned us from afar,
And we turned from the city's sultry noon,
To the air-swept dash of the willing car.
The girl in the crimson motor cap,
Leaned tenderly over the dark green side,
And said, as she patted the panting thing,—
In a voice as soft as a loving bride,—
"Now, REO, be a good girl to-day,
And save your moods for another time!
If you carry us safely on our way.
We'll sing your praises in prose and rhyme;
Leaned tenderly over the dark green side,
And said, as she patted the panting thing,—
In a voice as soft as a loving bride,—
"Now, REO, be a good girl to-day,
And save your moods for another time!
If you carry us safely on our way.
We'll sing your praises in prose and rhyme;
And give you nice gasoline to drink,
And in every way treat you as best we can!
So be a good girl!" A saucy "Honk!"
And in every way treat you as best we can!
So be a good girl!" A saucy "Honk!"
