c John Wagner
MAXINE ON SATURDAY
Valentine's Day is not, I find,
For one, like you, who speaks her mind.
I'd always try not to 'speak ill'
But then I'd add a codicil!
'Yes, I suppose you're pretty nice;
I bet you got this ring half-price.'
'Yes, I suppose I love you lots,
But not with all those acne spots!'
'Yes, I suppose I do adore you,
But I loved Henry long before you!'
'Yes, the flowers were quite divine,
But I'd rather have some good red wine.'
'Yes, I've given you my heart,
But you're not having any other part!'
'Yes, you are my Valentine,
But sometimes you're a perfect swine.'
'Yes, I know we're a perfect couple;
At least, we were when you were supple!'
'Alright! I'll love you till I die!
(But I really can't imagine why!')
Dear Saint Maxine, on this date
Let you and I just celebrate
By speaking our minds as we always do!
Maxine! Yes! I really love you!
Excessive romance here: