I CALLED A CAB
It all looked like the shell
of an Osterkander Candy,
but it tasted better wicked
that that. I called a cab from
the call box cabin but all I
got was a raincoat delivered.
The voice on the other end of
the line finally said I'd be
noticing some changes since
they had altered their operation.
I agreed to that and said it was
OK, and hung up. Three drawings
were sent instead of a cab. Yet,
in good stead the raincoat was
keeping me dry in the driving
rain - which was soaking
the rest of the callbox. All
the same, everything was
as good as ever before.
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