13 February 2013
She's up early in the morn, Then gets ready to adorn, She rushes down to the door, A Valentine's card she does implore.
But there's no card upon the mat, 'Now isn't he a little rat! How dare he not send me a card, Oh, my day he will have marred.'
But wait: the postman's at her gate, She brightens up for a date, But lousy bills is all she sees! And soon she falls on to her knees.
Then her tears begin to flow, How's she feeling no-one knows, But just then there is a knock, It's a delivery van from the flower shop!
Box ripped open quick and grand, A red rose now is in her hand, It's all too much, she swoons around, And promptly falls upon the ground.
Soon a pitcher filled with water, Cures the question 'what's the matter', The matter is she's in love, Who it is they haven't solved!
Valentine's Day is a curious thing, It makes one want to buy a ring, Brings us cards and gifts galore, But still can leave us wanting more?
Valentine Woes • Opuss № I