Indignation and Jubilation
| Author | Reynolds, Elsbery Washington |
|---|---|
| Genre | Poetry |
| Journal or Book | AutoLine o'Type |
| Publisher | The Book Supply Company |
| Year of Publication | 1924 |
| Pages | 62 |
| Additional information | - |
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A friend, to us did come who’s sore, You should have heard his awful roar. A copper on the great high-way Caught him in a trap one day.
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The trap was some few hundred feet, The cop was on his motor, fleet. With watch in hand he felt so nifty And made our friend out doing fifty.
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One second more and he’d done ninety, The cops they worked it almost nightly. No show our friend would ever get When face to face the judge he met.
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No one has yet a copper known Whose word’s not better than your own. No judge has ever yet been found With whom your word would fair go down.
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But now our friend’s in greatest glee, The palmy days are o’er you see. The law has stopped the use of traps To curb abuse of motor chaps.
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Our friend, to us he did confide That motor cops would have to ride. No more hiding by the road, No more chance our friend to goad.
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No more loafing on the job, No more innocents to rob. They must ride both night and day If they can hope to earn their pay.
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No more poker in the shade, No more chance to make a raid. No more chance for them to hide, They must ride and ride and ride. — The Car with Character.
