She won’t let you in.  She won’t let you merge.
Don’t flip her off.  Don’t give her any lip.
She’ll ride your blind spot, ride your tail, ride her
brakes ahead of you.  She loves her SUV.
She was born gripping a steering wheel.
Driving’s her time alone.  She learned Latin
from books on tape.  She knows Hip Hop from Trip Hop.
Apple Valley’s a convenient jaunt in
her inner Thomas Guide.  She does this for
the kids.  Their school is lily white.  Her nanny’s
got a PhD.  Her husband’s cooking’s fine.
She’ll arrive at the breakfast meeting fresh.
Your boss wields her like a whip.