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!"

Form: Ballad

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