Say, what was the first year of Mercury Montclair?
You're right if you say fifty-five,
It had little bitty bars across the bumper/grille --
Styling to make you glad to be alive,
This wasn't just an overgrown big brother of Ford,
But a full-blown, mid-size turnpike denizen,
It would satisfy owners with poetic thirsts
Like nothing since Alfred, Lord Tennyson,
No one can say how Ford contrived to build
A more formal car, but without sacrificing
The sportiness that the young or young-at-heart
Found in Monterey, so alluring and enticing,
I do opine while looking back over forty years
That fifty-five may have been the first four-door hardtop
With convertible-like looks -- we coveted them intensely --
I'll not grow old enough for green-eyed leering to stop.
by D. Edgar Murray 08/16/2000.
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