A Southern Lady's thoughts on Valentine's Day [Feb2014]

“He didn’t get the tickets to the play.
He thinks this silly card is art.
Until next year, I’ll make him rue this day.”
"Aww...bless your heart."

“The steaks were burned and we waited so long
And the pink champagne was so tart.
If he thinks this is over, boy is he wrong.”
"Aww...bless your heart."

“I wanted the set of earrings and chain
But he only bought me one part.
I’ll never answer his phone calls again.”
"Aww...bless your heart."

“So what did you get from your man?
Was it perfect? How much did he pay?
Is he going to regret ruining your Valentine’s Day?”

“I got nothing from him for Valentine’s Day
No jewelry or candy…he didn’t spend a dime.
But I tell ya girls, I think I will stay.
Let me tell ya bout the rest of the time.


For 364 days in a year
I never open my own door.
He calls me sugar and darlin’ and dear.
We have picnics in the living room floor.

On Fridays we go to the home town games
And we scream and shout all night.
When he gets the last bowl of ice cream
He always gives me a bite.

We spend some nights around campfires
Down by Stubblefield Lake
And sometimes we go dancing
Just for old times’ sake.

When I put my cold feet on him in bed
He doesn’t even complain
And no matter what he may have said
He likes that I’m a little insane.

To give all that up for diamonds or furs
To me doesn’t seem very smart.
I think I will keep my Valentine
And you…well bless your heart!”

How lovely. Sounds like wisdom. Happy Valentines' Day. Y'all Southern girls gots the goods.

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brilliant! ♥

woops wrong thread

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I hated it.
In the real world, nice guys get screwed... with their pants up.

That was great! You are very talented; ever thought about publishing?

Thanks for the kind words, and the honest opinion butcherguy. I have often dreamed of having a novel published, but I don't think it would contain poetry!

Okay...well, I admit, I was having a bit of a pout over a less than thoughtful V-Day effort from my beloved..
after reading your poem, I'll only pout a little less.