Ma and the Auto
Before we take an auto ride Pa says to Ma:
“My dear,
Now just remember I don’t need suggestions
from the rear.
If you will just sit still back there and hold
in check your fright,
I’ll take you where you want to go and get
you back all right.
Remember that my hearing’s good and also I’m
not blind,
And I can drive this car without suggestions
from behind.”
Ma promises that she’ll keep still, then off we
gayly start,
But soon she notices ahead a peddler and his
cart.
“You’d better toot your horn,” says she, “to let
him know we’re near;
He might turn out!” and Pa replies: “Just
shriek at him, my dear.”
And then he adds: “Some day, some guy will
make a lot of dough
By putting horns on tonneau seats for women-folks
to blow!”
A little farther on Ma cries: “He signaled for
a turn!”
And Pa says: “Did he?” in a tone that’s hot
enough to burn.
“Oh, there’s a boy on roller skates!” cries Ma.
“Now do go slow.
I’m sure he doesn’t see our car.” And Pa says:
“I dunno,
I think I don’t need glasses yet, but really it
may be
That I am blind and cannot see what’s right
in front of me.”
If Pa should speed the car a bit some rigs to
hurry past
Ma whispers: “Do be careful now. You’re
driving much too fast.”
And all the time she’s pointing out the dangers
of the street
And keeps him posted on the roads where
trolley cars he’ll meet.
Last night when we got safely home, Pa sighed
and said: “My dear,
I’m sure we’ve all enjoyed the drive you gave
us from the rear!”