I’ll contrive a Sunday drive,
A Mrs.-managed sortie;
Won’t loudly blow my horn, or go-
While passing–over forty.
I will not cry out to (or eye)
One equestrienne;
I will not try upon the fly
For one pedestrian.
Through jam and pack with skilful knack
I’ll take you, dear, today,
Without a crack if, once we’re back,
YOU put the car away!
by Ray Romine Wednesday, September 7, 1949
