“Please, won’t you be my valentine?” That’s the slogan on my sign As up and down the street I trudge, But can’t get any hearts to budge. It could be I’m too blatantly Begging someone to love me. Perhaps if I were less profuse The guys would then be less obtuse. But when you’re pressing 101 And haven’t much time left for fun, It seems a shame to take it slow — Playing hard-to-get, you know. But I just thought of something more: It could be at the problem’s core Is simply there’s no hearts to win ‘Cause there’s no hundred-year-old men.
Please don’t ask me where this came from because I don’t have a clue. I’m still a long way from a hundred and one. And I know I broke some grammar rules, but that’s one of the really great things about poetry: You can get away with stuff you could never get away with in prose. 🙂
HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY!