The Cabby and the Sister

Johnny started his shift, the meter running low Picked up a Sister at the station, nowhere left to go He glanced in the mirror, caught a glimpse of the veil A mysterious beauty, a holy grail. He felt a spark, a bit of a thrill Watching her sit there, quiet and still But his eyes kept wandering, he couldn't look away Until the Sister found something to say. "Oi... look, Sister, I gotta be straight wiv ya. I’ve always ‘ad this cheeky little fantasy, see? Always wanted to kiss a nun. Proper naughty, innit?" "Oh, heavens! Well, my dear man, I suppose I could indulge you. But only on two conditions: you must be a bachelor, and you must be a devout Catholic." "It’s my lucky day!" Johnny cried with a grin "I’m single and Catholic, let the blessing begin!" He swung the cab left, down a dark, narrow lane To satisfy a hunger, to ease the refrain. In the shadows of the alley, the habit flew wide The Sister went wild, no place left to hide A kiss so electric, a passion so bright It’d make a lady of the pavement blush at the sight. Back on the road, the guilt started to rise Johnny felt the weight of his own little lies He cleared his throat, his heart full of dread Thinking of the web of deceit he’d spread. "Sister... I... I got a confession to make. I feel like a right muppet. I lied to ya. I ain't single, I'm married. And I ain't Catholic bruv... I'm Jewish." "Don't let it ruffle your feathers, darling. It’s really no bother at all. You see, my name is Keith, and I’m fashionably late for a Halloween costume ball!" The meter kept clicking, the secret was out The cabby was speechless, without any doubt Just another night in the city’s bright glare Where nothing is ever quite what it wears.