Taxis
When the roof light is on
Then the taxi is free
So it cruises around for a fare,
But the mornings on weekends
Are quiet and still;
As for takers, there’s nobody there.
Thus they circle and seek
Someone needing a ride,
Set to take him where he wants to go
And the gas needle drops
As they drive and they drive
For on Saturdays, business is slow.
Now of course, at those times
When you’re needing a cab
And you’re searching around and around
With so many in just
The same fix you are in,
There is nary a one to be found!
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2014
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