Freston
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His stunning, cream linen motor coat,—
All streaked with grease and all muddy and murk,—
Had its long, limp tails tied up in a knot,
And he looked like a tramp who was made to work.
"There should be an apron on here," he said,
'The automobile objects to the wet."
Then somebody almost bit off his head,
For being so heedless as to forget.
All streaked with grease and all muddy and murk,—
Had its long, limp tails tied up in a knot,
And he looked like a tramp who was made to work.
"There should be an apron on here," he said,
'The automobile objects to the wet."
Then somebody almost bit off his head,
For being so heedless as to forget.
"If I should ever come out again,
Though every one else in the world forgets,
I'll remind you to bring an apron along,—
A petticoat, too, and perhaps pantalets."
I watched a little brooklet of rain
Drop down on the seat by the Golden Haired,
And soon she began to softly complain,
And wonder how far toward home we had fared.
Though every one else in the world forgets,
I'll remind you to bring an apron along,—
A petticoat, too, and perhaps pantalets."
I watched a little brooklet of rain
Drop down on the seat by the Golden Haired,
And soon she began to softly complain,
And wonder how far toward home we had fared.
"I am wet and tired and I want to go home!
Cant you do something to make her go?
I don't see why people care so much
For automobiling! I don't I know."
Everyone scolded and frowned and fumed,
But the one who had all the hard work to do;
I am sure he earned a halo and wings!
When he gets to heaven he'll have them, too.
Cant you do something to make her go?
I don't see why people care so much
For automobiling! I don't I know."
Everyone scolded and frowned and fumed,
But the one who had all the hard work to do;
I am sure he earned a halo and wings!
When he gets to heaven he'll have them, too.
