Category: Automobiles

Take in your kiddies; hide the cat;
Today my wife is driving.
It’s slightly less than nothing flat
From starting to arriving.

I’m blacking out; my ears go too,
But I shall make no crack,
For speeding’s–to her–what I do
When she drives from the back.

by Ray Romine Monday, June 18, 1951

Yes, I live in a house by the side of the road,
With a skinful of ideals and mottoes.
My ear’s tuned to his pulse, as man carries his load,
But I can’t hear the pulse for his autos!

by Ray Romine Friday, September 7, 1951

No car this year; the old is fine.
It still has some of last year’s shine.
It’s been with us through thick and thin,
And yet it’s barely broken in.
The engine’s swell; the tires are good;
I wouldn’t trade it if I could.
The upholstery is scarcely worn.
New car–What for? I say, with scorn.

The only flaw in all this is
I’m envying my neighbor his.

by Ray Romine Monday, March 24, 1952

I shot some air into the spare,
The air blew out, I knew not where;
Without that spare, we’ll ride no more,–
The tires we have, and IT made FOUR!!

by Ray Romine Thursday, January 20, 1944

What I wondered last summer
Is incontrovertible:
The sedan WOULD have been better
Than the convertible!

by Ray Romine Thursday, October 11, 1951