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Rosalie ............. My Darling

My little Morris 1000,
( Her name is Rosalie )
For years has travelled round about
And up and down with me.

Beckoning me into the sale yard,
Twenty-four years ago
Then whispering in my ear, she said,
"You'll enjoy owning me, I know."

"I don't get very thirsty,
I'm economical to run.
You and I together,
Could have lots of fun."

She never spoke a truer word,
She's a conversation piece.
A gracious looking lady
And the compliments increase.

Most say, that they've owned one,
It was Grandma's favourite, too.
And when she gave up driving,
It was still as good as new.

If Rosalie felt unwell at all,
( It's happened once or twice )
She chose the most convenient places,
Where help came, in a trice.

She's done her share of good work, too,
Collecting for Red Cross
And ferrying the elderly,
Without complaint or loss.

My little Morrie, Rosalie,
Turns heads as she goes by.
We wonder now, who'll last the longer ........
She or I?