The Prostitute Who Drove A Prius


The hot wife who never was
drove past in a haste and rush,
through the streets of Yorkshire’s tarmac bumps
on tyres that weren’t that pumped up,
so low that they gave a moan
and reminded me of her once thrown
that sat front of the class
in a green haze of fabric and brass,
where she once sat
teaching numbers and maths.

The hot wife who never was
drove past in a haste and rush,
our eyes met for one brief moment
which in we saw times of enjoyment.