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