Although I have a car of class, <br /> A limousine, <br />I also have a jenny ass <br /> I call Titine. <br />And if I had in sober sense <br /> To choose between, <br />I know I'd give the preference <br /> To sleek Titine. <br /> <br />My chauffeur drives my Cadillac <br /> In uniform. <br />I wear a worn coat on my back <br /> That he would scorn. <br />He speeds with umpty equine power, <br /> Like an express; <br />I amble at eight miles an hour, <br /> Or even less. <br /> <br />My wife can use our fancy bus <br /> To cut a dash; <br />She very definitely does, <br /> And blows my cash. <br />But this old codger seeks the sane <br /> And simple scene; <br />Content to jog along a lane <br /> With old Titine. <br /> <br />So as in country ways I go <br /> Wife loves the town; <br />But though I'm slow, serene I know <br /> I won't break down. <br />With brawn and bone I reckon mine <br /> The best machine: <br />Old folks and donkeys best combine, <br /> --"Giddup, Titine!"<br /><br />Robert William Service<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/titine/
