Scientific investigation has disclosed that car colors are an important factor in road safety.
When first we bought our motor car With many a jolt and many a jar Our nervous system went awry; But how she charmed our prideful eye. She was a shining beauty then, The envy of all motor men; Her color known as "nigger brown," Gave her aesthetical renown. But like a beautous woman, she In beauty found fatality, Attracting other cars that sprawled Across her path as if enthralled. They bumped her here, they bumped her there And left their love-pats everywhere. Even the gate-posts as we went Reached out and left another dent. At first we could not comprehend What such behaviour might portend; Then reckoned it must be her hue And had her lacquered royal blue. It was no use. While still she shone Bumps and abrasions still went on; And, while her beauty still endured This curious fault could not be cured. Now that our car is eight years old Our pride in her goes somewhat cold. Her shade, a sort of mottled mud, Shows many a mark of field and flood. But, tho' of beauty now bereft, There is this compensation left: We travel minus fret or fuss; For not a car bumps into us.
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