To those of a romantic turn of mind
Valentine's the day for poetry
I must confess that I am so inclined
So I'm afraid you must put up with me.
My verses, though, are mostly of the kind
That's penned by Ogden Nash, or Edward Lear
But valentines want something more refined
And so I must become a sonneteer.
If you find these words not to your taste,
I have but this to say in my defense:
Please read them in the spirit they were placed
With love, that is, and not artistic sense.
Oops! I'm out of room, with but one line
In which to say, dear, be my valentine.