Call Me A Cab Or Buy Me A Steak Poem by John W. McEwers

You know you lookin dainty on yo barstool, honey pie.
Slide on over with yo toe ring, come on give it a try.
I see you got a glass but I see that it is dry.
Come on over let me fill it cuz I'm that kind of guy.
You can see I've got a wad of bills ten miles wide.
If you see that then you can see I've got no girl on my side.
Sit up on my right leg if you'd like a me ride.
It's bumpy, I'll admit, cuz I've worn out my shocks.
And I've worn out my brakes, and broke all the locks.
You can roll down the windows if you gettin too hot.
You should tell me where you live so I can take you to your spot.
If you can look past my flab, you can call me a cab.
If you need some more weight, you can buy me a steak.
No matter what you say, baby, I've enjoyed our first date.