Of things great by folks loved aglow,
among them, baked beans by Heinz,
no real delight like a good old Benz,
fact, wherever it goes, that's in tow.
As German mistake by many known,
engine straight with a fame grown.
Car models awhile shine, away pine,
none ever a Mercedes will outshine.
Showboats on it fuss, chatting, lean,
pretending tales tall they tell mean.
Boys bearded a photo beside it take,
teenage girls enticed a scene make.
In it, sweet nothings lovers whisper,
oblivious to shrills of a gale twister.
Couples creative, easily, a fire light,
by film tinted hid, a prying eye sight.
Mums baby formula on its trunk mix,
dresses, make-up at window glass fix.
One magic car qualities rare offers,
only a few, actually, these discovers.
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