Short Taxi Poems
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He stood there looking cool.
No rush, he'd catch the next cab.
He rather enjoyed the rain.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Sally Sintilator had a great gift.
For driving a stick that she'd never shift.
She'd start out in low.
Boy, then watch her go.
She always seemed glad to give me a lift.
There once was a newborn named Maxi,
Who forewent a stork for a taxi,
But as he could not yet walk,
And bubble-babbling was his talk,
Driver gave him to a new mama in the Back Seat.
There once was a driver from Uber
Who really only owned a scooter
So when it rained
His passengers complained
So now he has no more commuters
Couldn't let a St Paddy's day go by without a wee limerick!!
Confronts reflection,
psychotic image triggers
his apocalypse!
For the Senryu a movie scene contest
Its easier than
You thought.
Tacos in hand and
All. But I won't
Eat your flavor
as you are so
Ridiculous.
I took a taxi
And it was
Wondrous,
Traveling
and Undying
Like a zombie
without restraint.
I come undone.
Jack is a cop from Kentucky
smart kinda bloke, very lucky
asked to pick up a turd
driver don't be absurd!
you bag it, I'll tag it you curd
Contest: State limerick poetry contest
Sponsor: Kevin Shaw
Written 17/07/2019
getting into a taxi
I asked the driver
to take me to Bleak Street
not heard of Bleak Street,
he said, but it sounds depressing
run down, uninspiring
desperate
bleak
I got out of the taxi
thanks, I said
how much do I owe you
The wheels on the London bus go round and round, till the driver crashes it Tequila style. Everyone loses their heads, except him. He gets into a Black Bomber taxi and pops open a vodka. Need a lift guv?
Being Normal Is Boring - Broken Aeroplanes, Screwed People, Alternative Writing,:)
Jimmy Boom Semtex
Where’s your Baba taxi girl,
does she move with mama’s twirl
who’s the Dadda, languid thighs
making money, old men’s sighs,
Waiting for your phone to say,
here’s a rich man on the way,
take his money, (always pays)
he’ll be happy few more days;
But listen not to false reward
his silver notes a burning sword,
tease his body fill your purse,
back to Baba, could be worse.
As we hurry Into the Taxi park
The taxi earlier than us is under attack
As I perceive sound and voices
None is busy around and noises
The life that you will drive
Establishes the always providence you will derive
Worthless is life and annulled
Seems all annoyed
Associates in advance your travel
Teach you not only to marvel
But to scrutinize the symptom
And attest you've been to the classroom
As we hurry Into the Taxi park
The taxi earlier than us is under attack
As I perceive sound and voices
None is busy around and noises
The life that you will drive
Establishes the always providence you will derive
Worthless is life and annulled
Seems all annoyed
Associates in advance your travel
Teach you not only to marvel
But to scrutinize the symptom
And attest you've been to the classroom
Taxi Driver
I remember the train
and the cab that I caught,
the train because of the meal that I had,
too many plates, the tiniest portions,
the cab because of the driver I had.
I could see in the mirror his eye
soar to the side of its socket,
a hummingbird there
ready to flutter into his skull.
From station to town,
that hummingbird flew
as I kept listening
to its master extol
the town’s lone hotel.
Donal Mahoney
Flying around the corner on two wheels!
Look at him go!
His name is Fazik and he drove me from the airport to the hotel.
Riding in the car with him was like watching a magic show.
You should have been along for the ride!
Whizzing around the most dangerous streets in the city.
Streets even too narrow for a donkey!
I don’t remember praying as hard as I did on that 45 minute commute to the hotel.
Fazik, the taxi cab driver from hell.
Gwendolen Rix
4-26-15
_Scene: Sonia draws the line_
"Divorce me," she said, "and buy a richer woman."
"Frustrate you more," he replied.
"I've succeeded," she answered back.
"You've been rice hawker, beer parlor..."
"Stop this nonsense!"
Startled and amused by her distruption.
"Is it taxi driving you're supposed to be doing?"
"Look at yourself first."
"Do you have savings? Can you pay bills?"
"You're mad!"
"Don't call me mad.
Less than a month," she said.
"Then be gone."