Tweed Head Taxi Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

A lady from Upper Tweed Heads
had some trouble one day with the Feds.
Seems her taxes were high
and the bill made her cry
then the doc did prescribe her some meds.

On her way back from Doc's little clinic
she felt faint and a bit nicotinic.
Said the driver, no smokes
but I'll tell you some jokes.
But the lady was really a cynic.

Driver Allan did tell her the best,
even one that was hairy of chest.
Well he lifted her mood
and she cooked him some food,
he had needed, no question, a rest.

Though the rest was a short one, because
even taxis must follow some laws.
Off he went just before
there would be something more.
And that is, in a gist, how it was.