The Black Mercedes Convertible - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
It was a beautiful Mercedes, two seater,
ebony black, the top stowed in the back,
I asked the clerk, blonde, young and shy,
if it was hers, and she, being a quickie,
said yes, of course, it is, and do you like it?
I answered, blushing just a shade, my dear
hardworking girl, would you just marry me?
She laughed and laughed and laughed,
to hide her own sweet blush and lack of words,
and then she looked at me as if to say,
I love you, Sir, in my own way, but please consider,
that I am just sixteen and do not even drive.
Somehow it made my day, surprisingly,
and I have now become a regular
on all the days except the one that she has off.
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