Cab Driver's Oodles of Moolah
a cab driver's day can be
partly bad luck, partly glee,
just always be on your toes,
you won't get a bloody nose;
backseat lovebirds snuggle
and softly coo to each other,
next minute, they quarrel,
snarl and commit murder;
a celestial chick hops in,
stuns you with just a wink
and a magnum in your rib,
nothing left for your drink;
a crazed hubby grabs you,
so you zoom after a chopper
for his wife and pilot lover,
leaps out your door, he's over;
bank robbers kick you out
and roar away in your cab,
in panic they leave behind
oodles of moolah in a bag!
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