The Pick Up
Morning comes with a pain,
To see me driving off again,
Out into the morning sun,
To pick up her at 31,
Getting there don’t be slow,
For the lecture she has to go,
To learn what she really wishes,
And doesn’t end up washing dishes,
A lady of letters Dr. B.A.P.H.D.
Doesn’t mean that much to me,
But you may now have thought,
A student that I carry forth,
To the campus I must go,
Through the crazy traffic flow,
One thing strange about this one,
No don’t think I’m having you on,
This ones funny in one respect,
Never hung over at least not yet,
She really is a bonny lass,
Curvy body no fat ass,
Should be out more on the town,
Drinking, Shouting, knocking it down,
Partying long into the night,
Giving parents such a fright,
What’s happening to our little girl?
Her mind is in a drunken swirl,
Hay mam and dad its not taboo,
This is what all students do,
Then at the end of the course,
Into her room with no remorse,
She’ll sit with candle burning bright,
Through the long and lonely night,
Swotting up on what should have been,
Not out raving on the seen,
But She'll do it just you see,
She’ll come out with her DEGREE
Taxi poet
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