Taxi to the Beach

A man hailed a taxi outside of his apartment. He was going to the beach. Suddenly, his fedora caught on fire from his cigarette. He fanned it outside the taxi window. Then his phone rang. It was the President of Mars. “Mr. Lopez, we need your vote next week. Can we count on you?” the President asked. “My hat is on fire!” Mr. Lopez shouted. “I’m sorry to hear that, Mr. Lopez, we’ll send you a new one,” the President of Mars said. “Thanks, Mr. President, but I can’t vote for you,” Mr. Lopez said. “Then you don’t get a hat. That’s how it works.


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