Sinister Sinistral another word of the day poem

[Brownlie]

Sinister Sinistral
another word of the day poem
 
I once had a wife who was sinistral, -- The ways this begins it could end up as a limerick.
she had a plump meter tail, -- I don't get this line, but that could just be me.
everything always swirled south*,
at least as far as I could tell.
On Halloween she was sinister,
which fitted her quite well,
she had a faux type of goodness,
that made her grub Billy* quite pale.
She preferred the British way of driving, -- I like this line quite a bit as she's driving in the wrong side of the road, but it is said cleverly.
although here it often landed her in jail.
She was a bitch, no two ways around it,
a goodly hag, and artful lefty, sinistral.

 
 
*counter clockwise
*November is national pick on Billy month (please pylon)
 
–Erthona
 
©2014

I guess there's an adage out there about ambiguity being good in poems (possibly because they don't try to fully explain life's mysteries, or something like that) and vagueness being less favorable, I think. I'm not sure where your poem falls in that scheme (if you want to call it a scheme). My confusion is partly because I'm just becoming acquainted with this word of the day. Yet, the playing with left and right is cool when you see it in the driving.