Flirting With Mrs. Bluerinse

'Excuse me, young man,
do you mind? '
Even at the market
you find the unusual,
the exotic and the unexpected.

Her fingers were pointing
to a shelf, out of reach.
And she fluttered her eyelids
to complement
and accentuate her
blue-rinse hair.

A lone multi-pack
of toilet paper,
rolls, tightly packed,
two-ply and pink,
occupied lofty heights.

'Would you.....? '
I would. And I winked.
Eighty-five-plus was smiling
with pearly brilliance,
waiting.

'A two dollar charge
applies normally,
but,
for you, and if you are
in a hurrry...........',
nodding toward the rolls.
Great joke, judging from
her reaction, and
we talked a bit longer,
outwitting each other
with pleasant and clever
bonmots.

'You must surely be in love',
she said when we parted.

How could SHE tell?

by Herbert Nehrlich

Comments (1)

Yes, sometimes our elders are right. Reading your comments here, I can't wait until you get to before dawn, now that would get interesting! That's new territory for me (the type of poem) and I have no idea whether I am way out of my depth, so an opinion would be nice. Thanks, Herbert (L ist die lieblichste Blume.....) (from 'DU')