With apologies to
Keats
O auto shape! fair prices! with brakes
Of marble interiors and mechanics overwrought,
With windshield wipers and the tire treads;
Thou, silent horn! dost tease us out of thought
As doth eternity: Cold Pumpernickel!
When old oil shall this make and model waste,
Thou shalt remain, in midst of a free tow
Than ours, a friend to fuel, to whom thou say'st,
'Beauty is truth, truth beauty,—that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.'