Whilst recently cleaning my closet of old car/boat/computer magazines, I ran
across this poem in an old copy of The Triumph Review - the official magazine
of the Detroit Triumph Sportscar Club, from 1979 - our 20th year.
MAD DOGS AND ENGLISHMEN
doggerel by susan j. baude
Mad dogs and Englishmen
Will drive a British car.
The Japanese don't dare to.
The Italians wouldn't care to.
The French and the Americans demand luxury,
by gar.
The Russians thrive on cars that drive on
Over a hundred thousand mile.
The Germans make 'em hard to break 'em
They don't even leak for a while.
An auto's a star when it goes afar
Without a jolt or jar.
But mad dogs and Englishmen
Will drive a British car.
For the Englishman's best--in a test.
No one knows why the Britisher goes
For Triumphs, MGs, or Minis.
Where tinkerin's rife in each owners life
With rust and leaks ad infini.
Their homeland's shrouded, mostly clouded
But British cars stop form the dew.
They don't require a rain to retire
And the body rusts-out while its new.
Only they feast on what England has least
Gulping up gallons with zeal.
Forever more there's oil on the floor
Even after a new rear main seal.
Then they export cars to roam.
That won't ever run at home,
Most folks think they're crazy,
That fog's made them hazy.
But mad dogs and Englishmen
Will drive a British car.
Submitted for your enjoyment.
BTW, If anyone knows the author, I would like to her to know that this
doggerel has been appreciated by many people.
Doug Mitchell
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