English poem
Waste not your Hour nor in the Vain pursuit
by Carolyn Wells (1862–1942)
Waste not your Hour nor in the Vain pursuit Of Demonstrators who will loud Dispute; “This one is Best, because it’s painted Red!” “That One, because it has a Louder Toot!”
’Tis only a Beginner, young and green, Who Thinks he wants an Odorless Machine; What Fragrance is to Rose or Violet, So to the Motor-Car is Gasolene.
Some advocate Gear-Driven Cars, and Some Sigh for a Jockey-pulley yet to come; Oh, crank your Car, and let the old thing Go! Nor heed the Brake upon your Sprocket Drum.
’Tis but a Toy on which one spends a Pile, And Brags about it for a Little While; Ambition rises—and the Foolish Man Sighs, and prepares to buy Another Style.