Dead Wrong Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

I like dance
We all do, in one way
But not with Mercedes
On the ice and snow in the cold
Forced, I watched; seeing her and a butt
(Well designed)
When jerking, when moving side to side,
(It was large)
Trapped I, could not leave; so did watch.

I passed her when I could and looked left
Chauffeur was woman, middle-age a black
Shocked I was, none of them as I thought
With the ice and snow and slush, I drove.