It's the peppermint twist
and those were the days
it was dark when we kissed
in the Black Forest Haze.

Could you ever forget
how your dad greeted us
as he sat on the stairs,
I went home on the bus?

Oh those childish times,
we obeyed all the rules
as I write down these rhymes
I can tell we were fools.

When I next travel south
to the Forest's green fringe
could I borrow your mouth,
can we go on a binge?

Just to make up for those
days of innocent touch
I will bring you a rose
reminiscence as such.

Herbert Nehrlich

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/twist-in-the-black-forest/