The dreaded day falls due again
We all know what and we all know when
Butchered verses we must learn to pen
Or “borrow” same from other men.
A bunch of flowers, none of them bent
Would avoid ye to the dogbox sent
But check addresses to see where they went
Just in case they be nabbed (by another gent).
To candlelit dinners may you go
And let the wine and emotion flow
And supposedly let your deep love grow
Just the two of you, no-one else – just so.
But I for one will avoid this game
It’s not because I think it lame
But ‘the one’ (who I cannot name)
Ain’t here – and maybe I only have myself to blame.