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A Trio of Valentines Triolets

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I.

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I don’t like Valentine’s one bit;

It’s just a money-making scheme

That fills the shops with heart-shaped shit.   

I don’t like Valentine’s one bit;

The cynicism driving it  

Makes decent people want to scream. 

I don’t like Valentine’s one bit;

It’s just a money-making scheme.

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II.

Our love was like a red, red rose
Before becoming brown and stale  
And foul to both the eye and nose. 

Our love was like a red, red rose, 
But then began to decompose. 
It is, alas, a common tale:
Our love was like a red, red rose 

Before becoming brown and stale.  

 

III.

How can you ask for butchered blooms,

Much less a fold of mashed-up tree, 

As eco-Armageddon looms?

How can you ask for butchered blooms

Whilst chimneys fill the sky with fumes

And mercury pollutes the sea?

How can you ask for butchered blooms,

Much less a fold of mashed-up tree?

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