Tardy Wishes For Sweethearts And Critics
Your valentine was late arriving, the message rather sappy
The envelope was stained and torn, the card itself was crappy
Some roses are not red, you know, nor violets all that blue
And when I read this half-baked verse I felt that I must kill you
Your home-baked buns resemble bricks, your coffee tastes like mud
Your mashed potatoes seethe with lumps, your apple pie's a dud
I'm hungry and unhappy - our relationship is over!
And so, My One True Love, I'm off! - to tryst with Russell Stover!
| Contributors: | F, Karin, Kansas Sam. |
| Poem finished: | 21st February 2004 by Karin. |