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...LET ME NOT HATE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MATE (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON PROVING by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ON VIOLET'S WAFERS, SENT ME WHEN I WAS ILL by SIDNEY LANIER EPITAPH IN A CHURCH-YARD IN CHARLESTON, SOUTH CAROLINA by AMY LOWELL |