Not Always a Bad Day For a Cabby
A cabdriver's day can be
partly bad luck, partly glee;
just always be on your toes,
you won't get a bloody nose.
There, backseat lovers snuggle,
softly coo to each other;
next minute they just quarrel,
snarl, shriek and commit murder.
A celestial chick hops in,
stuns you cold with just a wink
and a magnum in your rib,
gets your cash, you fail to think.
A jealous hubby tells you
to zoom after a chopper
for his wife and her lover;
leaps out your door, game over.
Scared bank robbers kick you out
of your cab, your mouth they gag;
in panic they leave behind
oodles of dollars in a bag!
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