Speaking Of Driving                                                                                                   

I do not mind your telling me
To watch that fellow in the flivver,
Or crying "Heavens! Can't you see
That traffic cop--I'm all acquiver!"

I don't get mad when you assume
I'm in a fog, or dozing, maybe,
And won't give lots of space and room
For any woman with a baby.

When you assume I'll run amuck
I keep my calm, as very few can,
--But I can see a ten-ton truck
Damn it, my dear--as well as you can.

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