A Near Encounter

The cop said, “Stop! You cannot pass.
A truck is coming through.”
We saw no vehicle but did
Just what he said to do.

This happened by the mayor’s digs.
The cop was clearly thrilled
To let us know that soon enough,
Our wish would be fulfilled.

For in a moment, the “First Lady”
Would pass in the truck
And we might catch a glimpse of her
If we would be in luck.

Michelle Obama? We did ask
With very little hope.
“The Mayor’s wife!” he answered,
Like a sighting of the Pope.

A big black car came through the gates,
The windows tinted black.
The mayor’s wife, I must assume,
Was sitting in the back.

I guess that cop feels special
To be near those at the top,
But we just felt a tad annoyed
Because we had to stop.