My dad was born in 1918 when there were very few vehicles on the roads
and learned to drive before formal testing was enforced. Both of the odes
display the Norn Irish sense of humor.
No Rolls Royce
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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