Some weighted women
took their seats next to me
squeezing into the Econo-seats
standard to the regional buses:
Although B prefers them save for
It takes some effort to write with
an ink pen on a bus ride
but it’s more legible than ballpoint.
The fat lady next to me utters
If it wasn’t for Mr T
I would not have taken to the road
to Vienna today.
Well just on my way I forgot to
invalidate my train ticket and
decided to step out at Schottenring
where controls are seldom done.
At that moment B phoned and
asked me to help her with the
loading of her mobile phone at
She waited in the lounge of
the Grand Hotel
where I fetched her cellphone
and walked to the Kärntnerstrasse
branch of the company
I call T-Mob for reasons
and the story is one of spiteful deceit
and or total ignorance on their part.
I’ll do it for her. She’s fragile and
a shadow of her former beauty.
Our lives turned out to become
but thanks to our robust natures
we are still able to cope
both of us.