Titine

Although I have a car of class,

A limousine,

I also have a jenny ass

I call Titine.

And if I had in sober sense

To choose between,

I know I'd give the preference

To sleek Titine.



My chauffeur drives my Cadillac

In uniform.

I wear a worn coat on my back

That he would scorn.

He speeds with umpty equine power,

Like an express;

I amble at eight miles an hour,

Or even less.



My wife can use our fancy bus

To cut a dash;

She very definitely does,

And blows my cash.

But this old codger seeks the sane

And simple scene;

Content to jog along a lane

With old Titine.



So as in country ways I go

Wife loves the town;

But though I'm slow, serene I know

I won't break down.

With brawn and bone I reckon mine

The best machine:

Old folks and donkeys best combine,

--"Giddup, Titine!"