It was all rush, scoot, scurry,
hasten and flurry
We were at the airport in a
terrific hurry
As usual we had left things more
than a little late,
Our taxi driver, a lunatic,
with an urgent date
Was going to prove that he
could get there on time, NOT LATE.
At the wheel, he was king of
all he surveyed
Stop street, TRAFFIC SIGNS,
were no import to this guy,
He tore round corners leaving
long lines, dazed,
Pedestrians who thought their
time had come, to die.
He over-took everything, hugging
the crown.
While on-coming traffic failed
to deny
This juggernaut, with flashing
eye, and screeching horn
Chased every car, until a 3
Story high,
Bore down on us, like a
threatening storm.
Without a second's hesitation,
not a word did he say
With two wheels on the tarmac,
two on display,
shock absorbers moaning, he returned to our
lane
almost touching the side of the speeding “Train”
As he changed direction, with
no change of speed
all of our insides shook like a reed.
Behind us we could hear
screeching, brakes, and a thump-
Metal crumpled as wrecked cars
joined the dump.
We flew on like the wind,
pleading with him to go slow
“You will get us all killed” my
wife bellowed,
“beseder” he said “it’s OK we
are nearly there, now”
We dashed up to the AIRPORT “never
ever again,”
I paid him his fare plus 20
more, I wasn’t sure, that he was sane
I packed a trolley, rushed the
family through the door
Arriving at the Counter in time,
if not before
“Bangkok?” Sorry Sir, there’s
a two hour delay.
All I could say was Oi, Oi,
VAY"
Hillie Feldman 24th April 2000
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