Guinness is good for you
... mmammmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmBmmmmmmmmmmmmKmmmsammrnmmmmm THE HORSELESS CARRIAGE Four headlong miles an hour at least I hurtle on my way, My horn entrances man and beast With its melodious bray. In vain the peeler's outraged cry, In vain the Bench's frown I only stop when I've boiled dry Or when I've broken down. I don't mind these, though I admit My steed is far from trusty. There's Guinness in my ...