A Trio of Valentines Triolets
I.
I don’t like Valentine’s one bit;
It’s just a money-making scheme
To peddle tat with hearts on it.
I don’t like Valentine’s one bit;
It makes the unattached feel shit,
Torpedoing our self-esteem.
I don’t like Valentine’s one bit;
It’s just a money-making scheme.
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?