Looking Very Swank Poem by David Darbyshire

Standing at an intersection
Waiting for the little man to turn green
I see my own reflection
In the screens of a passing limousine

Just to manoeuvre around was quiet an endeavor
As it turned the corner seemed to take forever
The little green man is now nervously tapping his foot
I think about crossing but then decided to stay put

The back door of the limo stopped right in front of me
All the windows were tinted there was nothing I could see
As the car idled the electric window slowly sank
Sitting in the back a beautiful lady looking very swank

She smiled at me if to say I am here and you are not
I felt a bit funny as she put me on the spot
Then I leaned through the gap and whispered in her ear
Please drive a little forward your car is on my foot my dear