she made a humongous mistake.
For instead of a black shiny smart London cab,
a tiger turned up at our gate.
Mum was too busy to notice
that the taxi was covered in stripes.
When we climbed on board, it raced and it roared
down the road with the buses and bikes.
When the tiger turned right at the station,
the town clock was just striking noon.
The tiger's tail flicked as the meter tick-ticked
then it vroom-vroomed right over The Moon.
The road seemed to vanish beneath us,
the scenery turned to a blur.
The fare kept on rising, which wasn’t surprising
for a taxi all covered in fur.
We screeched to a halt in The Jungle,
there were parrots and monkeys and all.
'Drive back up to town,' Mum snapped with a frown,
'This is a WILD shopping mall.'
The tiger did NOT take this kindly.
‘That will cost you an arm and a leg!’
So we made no more fuss but just flagged down a bus,
and chugged home on four wheels instead.
Words © Lesley Moss 2014
Illustration © Amanda Hall