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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!"

Poem by Robert William Service
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