I rather like this Car, Sir,
With GL-DST-NE by my side;
But row galore is an awful bore.
When two would-be whips collide.
With J-ST-N seated forninst us,
To victory we might haste,
But with squabbling bhoys, and a deuce of a noise,
Our efforts are cut to waste.
Though we're perched on the Jaunting Car,
Our purpose these madmen mar,