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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=343928" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Motor Courtship</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Into her presence he gaily pranced, <br>A very fat spark, and a bit advanced. <br>With a Samson tread on the earth he trod, <br>He was stayed and gaitered, and fifty odd. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And she was a tulip just unfurled, <br>The sweetest thing in the motor world. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her body was one of which poets dreamed; <br>Eighteen -- twenty, or so she seemed. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her air was haughty, her spirit proud, <br>But properly governed, as all allowed. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Pity," he said, "my sad condition; <br>My heart's in a state of advanced ignition. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Ask me to do some desperate deed, <br>And I'll do it at once at my topmost speed." </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Sir," said the maiden, "pray be seated; <br>I fear from your bearing you're somewhat heated. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"And I trust that a timely lubrication <br>Of throttle will cool your circulation." </div><div style="margin:10px 0">As a well-made mixture she indicated, <br>With joy and gladness he radiated. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Oh, come," said he, "in this soft spring weather, <br>Let us run over the world together!" </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But she slipped his clutch with a gesture mocking, <br>"Your heart," she said; "I can hear it knocking. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"You haven't the gear at my pace to last; <br>Both men and motors -- I like them fast. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"And I think that in me you have missed your mission; <br>You are only an old-style tube-ignition!" </div><div style="margin:10px 0">With a sidelong motion he left the place; <br>For weal or woe he was off his base. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He drove his car to the cliffs of Dover, <br>Made one short circuit and ran her over. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the stormy Petrol her rest is taking, <br>Where only the wild waves do the "braking".</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Andrew+Barton+Paterson">Andrew Barton Paterson</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=343928" data-title="A Motor Courtship de Andrew Barton Paterson" data-description="Into her presence he gaily pranced, A very fat spark, and a bit advanced. With a Samson tread on the earth he trod, He was stayed and gaitered, and fifty odd. And she was a tulip just unfurled, The sweetest thing in the motor world. Her bo..."></div> </div> </div>
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