Robert William Service

(16 January 1874 - 11 September 1958 / Preston)

Plebeian Plutocrat - Poem by Robert William Service

I own a gorgeous Cadillac,
A chauffeur garbed in blue;
And as I sit behind his back
His beefy neck I view.
Yet let me whisper, though you may
Think me a queer old cuss,
From Claude I often sneak away
To board a bus.

A democrat, I love the crowd,
The bustle and the din;
The market wives who gab aloud
As they go out and in.
I chuckle as I pay my dime,
With mien meticulous:
You can't believe how happy I'm;
Aboard a bus.

The driver of my Cadillac
Has such a haughty sneer;
I'm sure he would give me the sack
If he beheld me here.
His horror all my friends would share
Could they but see me thus:
A gleeful multi-millionaire
Aboard a bus.

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  • Rookie - 184 Points Brian Jani (5/24/2014 10:28:00 AM)

    Wow rob I likr yo poem well done (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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