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!”