Valentine's Day

[jeanvieve]

I think Valentine's is complacency
When you say you are fond of adjacency
And you look to the one you are nearest
And assure them that they are the dearest

But for those of us not matched in pairs
Who just count and then pluck our grey hairs
We find doggerel masked as sincerity
To be thoughts and then deeds lacking parity

We girls do not dream of dark candy
Or of cards or new underwear dandy
Those red roses are often apology
(As such they're burned in our psychology)

We do dream of a partner for our crimes
That man who's around at the right times
(Though the dearest sweet dream of our wishes
Is a guy that would help with the dishes)