She made a scene at the wedding <br />Wearing a black leather miniskirt <br />Upstaging the livid bride <br />My kids thought she was exciting and cool <br />She’d been to Africa and Peru <br />When I stalled on a San Francisco hill <br />And cars behind began honking <br />She stood up through the sunroof <br />And launched a barrage of obscenities at them <br />Red flushed with fury <br />Then laughing thoroughly when she slid back down <br />Not bothering to brush back <br />The dirty-blonde strands in her face <br />Looking triumphantly to me <br />But not for approval<br /><br />Michael Philips<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/aunt-rita/
