My father was a humble man,
Was driving long before
A formal 'test' was needed,
Be that two or four door.
Initially, a motorbike,
When dating my dear mum,
Though afterwards, a vehicle
When parents, did become.
A vehicle, it was needed,
Cared less whate'er he drove,
So long as got from 'A' to 'B'
He had nothing to prove.
A "sense of humour" had he,
A "sense of grandeur" too,
The luxury vehicle, named Rolls Royce,
Was out of bounds, he knew.
Though drove a 'Rolls Can'ardly'
His description, with wit,
It certainly, 'Rolls' downhill though,
'Can'ardly' roll up it.
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