A Poem
Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2016 6:34 pm
Whilst rebuilding my new PC and installing stuff back on again I came across a folder with some of my poems in it. Some time back I wrote this one about a Luxor taxi trip and included references to my very good friend JoJo who used to always post over on the Blue side. We met up once while in Egypt and myself, Mrs H, JoJo and her friend all had some great times and loads of laughs together, her humour over there is sadly missed, but I am sure that some of you will remember her and her many mishaps 
It was some years ago since I posted it over on the Blue side and thought it may enjoy another outing, so here it is. 
The Taxi Ride
He crashed his gears and slipped the clutch, I didn’t like it very much.
Then off we shot a squealing sound of threadbare tyres on dusty ground.
“Just take me into Luxor friend”, Oh bloody hell! Just watch that bend!
I dropped my head upon my chest, I dared not look, I did my best.
So through the holes within the floor, my heart did sink, I grabbed the door.
He grinned at me and I grinned back, my suitcase rattled on the rack.
Great beads of sweat popped from my brow, the taxi stank of diesel now.
His ventilation fully on, the windows down, the handles gone,
The Speedo stuck at ninety-five, I’m really blessed to be alive.
With Luxor temple flashing by, I really thought my end was nigh.
Then to a screaming halt we stopped and to the pavement side I flopped.
“Here take my card, my names Sayeed, I’ll furnish all your taxi needs”
I ran so fast to my hotel, I dare not go out now, bloody hell.
For all I know he’s sitting there, just waiting for another fare.
I woke in bed all bathed in sweat; there’s just one thing I still regret,
I had shared my taxicab with Jo, a foolish thing to do I know.
When suddenly his voice had wailed, were going to die, my brakes have failed.
“Oh save me H” her desperate cry, as Karnak temple whistled by.
‘Twas then I knew what I must do, I grabbed the door and pushed her through.
She clung on bravely by her nails; her knickers inflated like falluca sails.
The driver shouted “praise be to God” as we slowed like a dragster at Santa Pod
Into my arms our Jo did swoon, the driver laughed and cried ‘Magnoon’
I knew that ‘H’ our lives would save, for he is handsome, suave and brave.
But Jo’s knickers came from BHS, five for a quid, would be my guess.
Disaster struck! some stretched elastic, snagged upon a passing basket.
So off she shot into the air, while I could only stand and stare.
The driver raised his hands in dread, as JoJo’s knickers draped his head.
While I stood there with heart a thumping, watching JoJo bungee jumping.
The basket swayed from side to side, her legs akimbo, nowt’ to hide.
Someone called, “I see her now, I recognise that one eyebrow”
Nile cruisers crashed, as half their crew, had scrambled for a better view.
Alas dear reader that’s the end, towards the Nile she did descend.
The sunlight streaking on her bum, resplendent as the setting sun.
It was some years ago since I posted it over on the Blue side and thought it may enjoy another outing, so here it is. The Taxi Ride
He crashed his gears and slipped the clutch, I didn’t like it very much.
Then off we shot a squealing sound of threadbare tyres on dusty ground.
“Just take me into Luxor friend”, Oh bloody hell! Just watch that bend!
I dropped my head upon my chest, I dared not look, I did my best.
So through the holes within the floor, my heart did sink, I grabbed the door.
He grinned at me and I grinned back, my suitcase rattled on the rack.
Great beads of sweat popped from my brow, the taxi stank of diesel now.
His ventilation fully on, the windows down, the handles gone,
The Speedo stuck at ninety-five, I’m really blessed to be alive.
With Luxor temple flashing by, I really thought my end was nigh.
Then to a screaming halt we stopped and to the pavement side I flopped.
“Here take my card, my names Sayeed, I’ll furnish all your taxi needs”
I ran so fast to my hotel, I dare not go out now, bloody hell.
For all I know he’s sitting there, just waiting for another fare.
I woke in bed all bathed in sweat; there’s just one thing I still regret,
I had shared my taxicab with Jo, a foolish thing to do I know.
When suddenly his voice had wailed, were going to die, my brakes have failed.
“Oh save me H” her desperate cry, as Karnak temple whistled by.
‘Twas then I knew what I must do, I grabbed the door and pushed her through.
She clung on bravely by her nails; her knickers inflated like falluca sails.
The driver shouted “praise be to God” as we slowed like a dragster at Santa Pod
Into my arms our Jo did swoon, the driver laughed and cried ‘Magnoon’
I knew that ‘H’ our lives would save, for he is handsome, suave and brave.
But Jo’s knickers came from BHS, five for a quid, would be my guess.
Disaster struck! some stretched elastic, snagged upon a passing basket.
So off she shot into the air, while I could only stand and stare.
The driver raised his hands in dread, as JoJo’s knickers draped his head.
While I stood there with heart a thumping, watching JoJo bungee jumping.
The basket swayed from side to side, her legs akimbo, nowt’ to hide.
Someone called, “I see her now, I recognise that one eyebrow”
Nile cruisers crashed, as half their crew, had scrambled for a better view.
Alas dear reader that’s the end, towards the Nile she did descend.
The sunlight streaking on her bum, resplendent as the setting sun.
