The epitome, one day, of speed,
It’s now a slowly plodding steed.
While airplanes change from gas to jet,
This oldster barely crawls as yet.
Letters from New York to Phillie
Go round about, or willy-nilly.
Glad tidings, or those of disaster–
You could walk them there much faster,
And nothing makes me boil and fry
Like valentines in mid-July.
“Neither snow nor rain nor gloom”
Is shoved aside to leave us room
For Donaldson’s new motto clever:
“Surely better late than never.”
But what gets through, and on time too?
The circular with postage-due!
by Ray Romine Wednesday, March 12, 1952
