If class
could be bought
Then i’ll
buy her
If grace was
defined
Oxford would
exemplify her
Her handle
is tougher than a yatch steer
Yet smooth
as a canoe on a lonely stream
Like a
lioness she is aggressive to behold
With skin
smoother in caramel,chocolate or tan
But still
bullet proof tough
There is
none lovelier than her
She purrs
when she moves
And roars
when she wakes
Her eyes
bright like stadia lights
In peace or
war deserts sand storms or marshy savannah
Its her i
want to be with
I admit she
plays hard to get
Plus she is
expensive to maintain
But the best
things in life are not free
So i am
working hard for her
Working hard
to get her
I want her
so badly
I must ride
her
Whether in
this life or the next
For there is
no car like her
She is the
loveliest man made beast
I love the
Mercedes G- 550
Just as much
as poems and prose
Tsemon Velly
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