Anti-Valentine Poem
I really hate Valentine's,
it really gets my goat.
it's cuddly, squishy, mushy
it grabs you by the throat.
everyone wants someone who
wants someone else again,
but I sit on the sidelines
here with my poison pen.
Seeing with a jaundiced eye
the idle dreams of youth;
action of evolution
codified; that's the truth.
You wouldn't want to be me;
I'm in a stinking mood.
This bloody browser's text box
glows pink. I'm off my food.
It's just one more reminder
of what troubles me so:
the reason that 'plug and play'
reminders have to go.
The problem with Valentine's
is it's alright for some,
but when they get down to it,
the dumb beget the dumb.
The future's not bright so much
as lonely and boring,
for when you're a genius
there's no chance of scoring.
Now I end this doggerel
by wishing you the best;
just keep your lousy verses
to yourself; give me rest.
The sentiment is alright
but your grammar just blows,
_That's_ with _verses_ doesn't go;
the structure never flows.
Perhaps I'm not quite finished.
There's still some more to say.
I'm going to get this out
though it takes all day.
I've been an actor, singer,
and lover in my time,
but sonneteer is too low
to stoop, would be a crime.
Instead this verse strives higher
and aims towards the skies.
its goal is far more noble
than respite for my flies.
for lastly I'll be helpful
and if you use a Mac
get Valentine colour schemes
for Kaleidoscope at: