Tom's Taxi Terror

True tale, true tale I called for a cab, To take me somewhere, Don't remember where, And I don't even care... Taxi pulls up, I jump in, "Take me to Poughkeepsie!" A place I've often been.. But something was odd, And I became alarmed, The Cab driver had a portable DVD player, And of some movie he was charmed... Now I don't know about you, But I know about me, Someone driving me around, No movie should he then see... I commented, "Wuz up?" He said, "Oh, don't worry at all!" I've seen this damn movie, 12 times just this fall!" This didn't sooth my nerves, But just made them worse, For a movie he's bored of, My next ride a hearse... I sat and prayed, The movie would soon end, Before I would surely lose, And find myself Where angels For me, would soon descend. And worst of all, It was an action DVD flick, No commercials to give him, A chance to look up, If but quick... Ride's end, I crawled out, And kissed the ground, Like Pope John Paul, For I had found, I'd escaped, somehow, From a Hollywood death, And it took me all the rest of the day, To catch my long lost breath.