The Breakdown Car.* His eyes were bleary and full of
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dust, His tires were flat, and his springs were bust (The former were hardly Palmer cord, While the springs were the springs of the Ford). His oil was dry, and his petrol spent, His torque rod twisted, his axles beet; Hi§ two hind wheels were in the ditch, . And he cursed his ear for a - As he strove to fill his starving guts With the outer husks Of cocoanuts.
He was parched with thirst, and he'd eaten his load, For he'd been six weeks on the — road, And he said, as he watched for the breakdown car; "1 wonder where those — are?"
The sandflies chopped him night and day, And the ants had eaten his (ears) away, While other insects frolicked in .
The whiskers on his unshaven chin.
At times he'd call upon the Lord To strafe the soul of Henry Ford ; At times he sought with eyes aflame The breakdown car which never came ; At other times he'd drop his pants And slay another million ants.
And so the weary days passed by And the breakdown car came never nigh, While he closed his eyes and murmured, "Pm Afraid they won't get here in -time. Oh! what an utter, downright fool I was when I sailed from Liverpool!" And he thought, as he smoked his last Woodbine, Of Grove Park and the "Porcupine," And memory brought back many a lark With the saucy wenches of Trafford Park.
Years later, you know what Ford cars are, Two aged men on an ancient car Came on the scene -and softly sighed At the skeleton grim by the green roadsi8e. And he held a wheel, did that skeleton grim, And some rusty metal surrounded him, And stamped upon it, ,so they say, Was "Ford—made in the -U.S.A. '
Those aged men remarked, "Oh! hang, Why couldn't he wait for the breakdown gang?" And so they laid them down beside Their comrade's bones, and there they died. And thus they perished, those dauntless three— The last of the Cameroons M.T.