A Poem: My Valentine's Day Massacre

Question: What's Valentine’s Day without a special card, chocolates, beautiful flowers, or a romantic poem? 

Answer: Tuesday 

You would think that after more than 20 years of marriage, just being together, and not falling victim to the commercialism and capitalistic influences of “Big Candy” would be enough. 

In my case, I’m lucky to have a decent health insurance plan.  

Enjoy, and have a Happy Valentine’s Day!

My Valentine’s Day Massacre

by Ron Clyburn

I bought my love a valentine

Down at the Dollar Store

A cardboard heart for ninety-nine cents

I couldn’t afford anything more

I could have bought her diamonds or pearls

I could have bought flowers or sweets

But hey, times are tough these days

It’s hard to make ends meets

I knew she would love her valentine

Our love isn’t measured in amounts

So what if it’s the size of a quarter

After all, it’s the thought that counts

When my love saw her valentine

The look that was on her face

Was like that of a screaming banshee

Who got sprayed with pepper mace

The doctor said I would walk again

The dentist can fix my smile

My coughing fits from smoke inhalation

Only hurt for a little while

So men, when you shop for a valentine

And you want to save your riches

Come visit me in the ICU

And help me count my stitches