Leo maccarthy

THE TRIP

 

Cor’de L. has a tale to tell

Of a time he went on a trip

In a Model T Ford

He stepped aboard

When he should of sailed by ship.

His tires were worse

Thread bare and worn

Poor alignment and failure to pump

But this was no concern to Coeur

Until he bounced high on a bump

It through opens the door

And out fell Coeur to the road

Where he lay in a floor

While the car on its’ own

Veered around to go home

For it badly needed repair

With a flat at the front

And one in the rear

And no mortal hand to steer

The car went to work

In a manner beserk

Alarming the night birds with fear

With mechanical sense

It ploughed through a fence

Cutting a swath through a field of corn

As it keeled on its’ side

It woefully cried

I wish I had never been born

Again turning his head

He saw something red

A gleam at a distance afar

He trudged to the light

Until closely in sight

And there was the little Ford car

With the force of his might

He set it up right

And soon was back at the wheel

His feet start to meddle

With the stop and go peddle

He handled to shift with fear

When he tread on the gas

Alas and alack the car instead of going ahead

It went rattling back to the rear

It came to a stop with its’ back to a rock

Adding to Coeur dismay

Appeared the God of good luck

Said ”I’ll not see you stuck

Keep calm and do what I say”

Then he stood back and beckened’

Called –“shift in second

Tread lightly on the gas

I did as was told

And was pleased to behold

That the wheel’s ahead again rolled

I was again on my way to the U.S.A.

My brotherly visit to pay

But should I arrive either dead or alive

Only the Gods could say.

 

Written by Coeur de Lion MacCarthy in 1922

He had me write it out when I was visiting him in 1969.

There are other poems about patriotism and mother, which I will not put down now.

Coeur De Lion MacCarthy 1881 - 1979