THE SCORCHER
Reading edition
(After William Watson)
I do not, in the crowded street Of cab and "'bus" and mire, Nor in the country lane so sweet, Hope to escape thy tyre.
One boon, oh, scorcher, I implore, With one petition kneel, At least abuse me not before Thou break me on thy wheel.
A motorist wishes to point out the very grave danger this balloon-scorching may become, and suggests a speed limit be made before things go too far.