Valentine’s day.
He would propose
With a rose,
But the government does say,
“Stay away
From your lover.
On Valentine’s day!
Its true that you
May infect one another.
And if you do,
Not your romance cease
The police
Will issue a fine
for breech of lockdown!
You may your sorrows drown
Alone, at home
In beer or fine wine.
But do not go online
For there you will find
Young women who will, if the price be right,
Keep you snug and warm, on this Valentine’s night …”.
As Valentines approaches
Girls finger brooches
Wondering which one to wear.
“Is that dress
Too short?
Or ought I
To show more thigh?”
Elsewhere, men with greying hair
Sit alone
And, reaching for the telephone
Make calls To girls who
(Strictly between me and you)
Have nothing to do
Other than to play
At Valentines, for a day.
When a young lady who is Divine
Asked me to be her Valentine,
My wife Clair
Said, “he is washing his hair”,
But it was washed by 9 …
Ah the joy of Valentine!
The loving words said
And the quaffing of wine,
Then waking up in bed
Beside your love divine.
Gazing on her
(She’s so young and fair)
You think “upon my life
She is not my wife!”.
Venus’s star
Will shine bright
Tonight
On flowers in a jar.
Lovers will raise
A glass in praise
Of the goddess most fair
And stare
In rapture
At the blooms which so exquisitely capture
The essence of Valentine’s day,
For they
being artificial, can not fade away
Roses red
Speak of bed
To some.
How life does run
On.
Soon Valentines will have come
And gone
As the pendulum swings on.
I doubt tomorrow will be fine
Yet women and wine
Are surely divine?
The line
Betwixt leg and skirt.
Lonleness does hurt.
Will she stay
On Valentine’s day?
K Morris - Poet 