Singleton Awareness Valentine’s Day 2015
It’s time for some submission…
Not Fifty Shades of pants,
But a personal tradition,
Just another one of my rants.
Last year’s Valentine’s was painful tripe,
So soppy it made me feel sick.
The year before that I’d not found my type,
And I asked them to stop being thick…
I accepted that roses are red,
But was pretty sure violets aren’t blue,
So was careful I wasn’t mislead,
By that poetic pile of poo.
Yet alas, I’ve a complication!
This year I cannot lie,
I’ve succumbed to the temptation
And ended up with some guy.
I said I was rivalling Bridget Jones,
And I promise I’m still just the same,
But all of last year’s big sighs, moans and groans,
Are now in a different ball game…
I still think it’s fairly tragic,
Consumerist rubbish on heat,
But this year I want in on the magic,
And without it I’ll feel incomplete.
So listen up oh boyf, oh “bae”,
I know it’s hard to commit,
But if I don’t receive a nice bouquet,
Then you’ll really be in…a lot of trouble.
Happy February 14th ❤