Category: Driving Cars

A pedestrian is a fellow who
Tries to put the B on you:
He Bolts, Backs, Baits, Balks and Bemuses,
Then Blames you for his Bumps and Bruises.

by Ray Romine Thursday, April 6, 1950

Around three thousand cars a day
Are going off the roads, they say.
Can this be why my battle-scarred
Old Struggle-buggy steers so hard??

by Ray Romine Tuesday, September 11, 1945

In a glossed procession ,
New cars pass me by.
How they fill with yearning
One as poor as I.

Each worm has his inning:
Watch one driver. He
Envies me my whistle–
Poor but happy me!

by Ray Romine Monday, September 15, 1947

Inconstant things– I quite despise
What changes right before my eyes.

by Ray Romine Sunday, September 17, 1950

Time was, when he who changed a tire
Did scads of sympathy acquire.
Today, he earns my envy–strange?
He’s lucky he has tires to change!

by Ray Romine Thursday, February 8, 1945

While the old car’s heinous rattles
Get to mean but little to one ,
How the average owner battles
One wee tinkle in his new one.

by Ray Romine Saturday, June 17, 1950

Lack of roadmaps, water, peace and beanery–
Excess traffic, sun, advice, and scenery.

by Ray Romine Sunday, August 20, 1950

I cruise; I slow;
I re-embark–
The streets I know
Are those they mark.

by Ray Romine Wednesday, April 11, 1951

“This car will last a lifetime,”
Says he, cocksure and breezy.
The way he drives the thing, I’ll say
It ought to do it, easy.

by Ray Romine Friday, November 23, 1951

He beeps. I wonder, as we pass,
Who was that glare behind the glass???

by Ray Romine Wednesday, April 5, 1950