Freshly painted, the neon-lit sign beckoned;
In walked a pretty college girl, seemingly prudent.
The chap at the counter she seriously addressed:
“Tell me now about your schemes for students.”
Queried the chap: “Your destination…?”
“Oxford, Harvard, Paris or any other station.”
“And your weight, if you please?”
Bemused, she replied, “59 kaygees!”
Said the chap, looking very glum:
“We need a full truckload, minimum!”
“What nonsense are you talking …?
Adjust me alone, or out I am walking…!”
“Miss, I am just a poor helper boy,
I do what my owner tells me to do…”
“Ah! Here’s my master, now,
Ask him: what and why and how to!”
Asks the owner: “How can I help you Miss..?”
“I wanna go abroad to study if you plizz!
This guy here is asking weird questions!
He never should be in public relations!”
The owner looks at her first with concern,
And then at the sign-board, in turn;
Instantly aware of the comical situation,
He guffaws much to the girl’s consternation!
“Miss, I am really very very sorry!
My guy’s job here is to book a lorry,
Ours is a transportation fleet,
Education is not up our street!
“The painter, poor guy, bless his soul,
Is an uneducated, rustic old fool…
What you read here as “CAREERS”