Perfect Ass

Charlie O'Shea
spent part of each day
observing commuters, getting carried away

driven to ride
he secretly eyed
the subway's assortment of stylish pride

along one such line
a diva divine
compelled him to say, "Oh my God she is fine!"

but he quickly hushed
and brilliantly blushed
then a stuttering stream of apologies gushed

for right next to him
and looking quite grim
was the person betrothed to his lecherous whim.