Michael Philips

Aunt Rita - Poem by Michael Philips

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

Comments about Aunt Rita by Michael Philips

  • Tailor Bell (9/9/2006 3:52:00 PM)

    thoroughly enjoyable work. -Tailor B. (Report) Reply

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  • (7/7/2006 12:06:00 AM)

    relatives like Aunt Rita were always my favourites. they had a confidence and wild streak nobody else in my family seemed to possess. great poem, Michael!

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  • (7/27/2005 8:13:00 PM)

    I'd love to meet your Aunt Rita. Extremely witty poem!

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  • (2/15/2005 8:52:00 AM)

    I love this poem. We all know these people, love them even. A friend once told me everyone has at least one redeeming quality. However sometimes we have to dig for it.
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  • (2/14/2005 9:09:00 AM)

    Excellent! I enjoyed this.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, February 4, 2005

Poem Edited: Wednesday, February 9, 2005

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