THE MOTOR CAR.
A PARODY
Life is fleeing and the roadway Clearly shows us where we are; “Dust thou art”—to dust all turning) Sure was spoken of'the car. Passing motors all remind us We may make our peace sublime, And departing leave behind us Cloudy stench and dusty grime. Dusty grime which perhaps may smother Some poor traveller on the road, A mad, sneezing, blinded brother, Crying loudly: “You be blowed! Carts to smash and tyres to borrow Are our destined end and way; Fare we worse or well to-morrow, Let’s go faster than to-day. Let us then be up and doing— Traps or any other late Broken down, pursued, persuing, Learn to scorch and learn to wait.
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Manawatu Herald, Volume XLVIII, Issue 3012, 18 March 1926, Page 4
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118THE MOTOR CAR. Manawatu Herald, Volume XLVIII, Issue 3012, 18 March 1926, Page 4
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