Thanks Martin, for the dog treat!
The Vanity of Valentines
With a crayon he carefully crafted hearts
and rhymes, but Rose refused his dinky cards.
His card with perfect Palmer Method strokes
evoked a tiny smile and big No thanks!
In flowing cursive lines at St. Jude’s High,
he wondered why she broke their date that day.
At Yale, his digitized ditties of lovers’ fables—
sweet tweets—made Rose call him predictable.
He turned to sonnets for their subtle nuance,
as grails and verbal icons of romance.
His Skyped recital of chivalric myths
won him Rose for twelve long brutal months.
A shrink now tweets him jokey Valentines.
His muse mocks him in fourteen cruel lines.
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Ralph
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