I Had To Laugh Poem by Mark Heathcote

An agency worker arrived to do a shift.
A work colleague asked, have you some Id?
Then announced loudly I'm not a bus driver
what are you giving me your bus pass for?

I had to laugh at his blunt-force trauma.
His humour split my sides laughing-
with stitches at this poor sod at the door who'd
just-been-in a road crash minutes before.

Surviving Deaths knocks on the driver's door
he must have been shuck-up inside
outwardly broken explaining the scene-
head-propelled towards the windscreen.

I told him cheer-up look you're-still alive
you're in good health, so you'll cough-up
a little wealth, but that is only money-
with extra shifts, those problems will drift away.