Category: Driving Cars

Teaching you how to drive, my pet,
Is a thing I’ ll be contriving
When you tell me where I go to get
YOUR skill at back- seat driving.

by Ray Romine Tuesday, November 15, 1949

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

When she would drive, as off we go,
{I relinquish, and with zeal.}
{My acquiescence carries zeal.}
I {It} may as well, for this I know:
She drives, whoever has the wheel.

by Ray Romine Thursday, July 6, 1950

Arising early, 5 a .m.
Sees me on the town’s main stem
Starting out ahead of others–
Surrounded by my driving brothers
Whose brilliant notion seems to be
Dodging traffic; namely, me.
This, at least, though, I can say:
Everything does go my way!

by Ray Romine Wednesday, July 18, 1951

At intersections time is gained
By cheating. But it is said
That life is often best maintained
By stopping dead.

by Ray Romine Friday, June 4, 1954

The pleas to buy that meet the eye
On all the roads and highways
Need cause no stares–such thoroughfares
Are often known as buyways.

by Ray Romine Saturday, September 24, 1949

I thought you waved; you did, to get
The ashes off your cigarette.

by Ray Romine Thursday, September 14, 1950