One Night in an Uber

In the shadowed streets, a late-night ride, Deedge and I, side by side, Uber’s hum, a gentle song, A night serene, nothing wrong. Yet, there it came, a sudden shift, A scent so strong, it gave a lift, Deedge’s face, a guilty grin, A moment's breeze betrayed his sin. “Oh, Brussels sprouts,” he softly claimed, A blame so swift, an odor named, The driver’s glance, a silent plea, Rolled down the window, set it free. Despite the gust, the night serene, Deedge’s rating, still pristine, A tale of stealth, a perfect ruse, An Uber ride, we couldn’t lose. So here’s to Deedge, with crafty might, In the dark of an Uber night, His legend grows, a whisper keen, With stars intact, his record clean.