Job Change Poem by Ima Ryma

Job Change



A taxi passenger did tap
The driver on his shoulder to
Ask a question, causing a flap.
The cabbie shrieked and drove right through
A red light onto a sidewalk.
No one was hurt. The cabbie spewed
Forth utterings of nasty talk,
But then said sorry he was rude,
And that the tapping startled him.
This was his first day in the cab.
His people skills were still quite slim.
He wasn't used to grab and gab.

'I'm sorry that I got so terse.'
'For 20 years I drove a hearse.'

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