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