Valentine Comp Poem 1

She sent me out in the rain When I forgot to get a card one year And has moaned for a score of years and more That my teeth fell out and not my hair Now she’s got me writing words that don’t rhyme Because she wants me to win the competition For the best Valentine Oh, what this poor man has to endure To get a some peace when I come through the door All I can hope is that this will be a hit And I’ll get some silence From my little moan-a-minute 5 February 1992 Author’s Note: This was the first attempt for a competition on a local radio station in 1992. However, it was never entered as they only want five lines and this was too long. Four days later, I wrote another one, see Valentine Comp Poem 2 and entered that. DVH