Topic: Love

Today I Got a Valentine

Today I Got a Valentine
from everyone but Kay.
But that’s alright…
I never liked her that much anyway.

She never trades her Oreos.
She isn’t good at catch.
She doesn’t like my favorite bands.
Her socks don’t often match.

She doesn’t play computer games.
She wears her hair in braids.
She’s something of a teacher’s pet
and always gets good grades.

She dots her i’s with little hearts.
She’s always reading books.
Whenever I’m around, she gives me
such confusing looks.

But, oh my goodness, here comes Kay,
and what is this I see?
It seems she has an extra special
Valentine for me.

It’s big and red has the words
“Will you be mine today?”
I always said there’s no one else
I like as much as Kay.

The Llama and the Aardvark

The llama loved the aardvark.
They were married in the spring.
They had a dozen babies
and their babies loved to sing.

So people came from miles around,
and this is what they saw:
twelve little baby llaardvarks
singing llaa llaa llaa llaa llaa.

My Girlfriend

I got a new girlfriend, though I don’t like girls.
I haven’t much money, but I buy her pearls.

I’m always embarrassed, but I give her flowers,
and talk on the phone every evening for hours.

We go to the movies, and she gets to pick.
She wants to hold hands, though it makes me feel sick.

She likes when I smell good, so I take a bath.
I do what she asks me, and she does my math.

Oh My Darling, Valentine

In a toystore
on a Sunday
with a dollar forty nine
I need something
just a dumb thing
for my brand new
Valentine.

Oh my darling.
Oh my darling.
Oh my darling
Valentine.
I’m uneasy,
kind of queasy,
but you’re still my
Valentine.

Yes, it happened
in the classroom
when you said
“Will you be mine?”
I was muddled
and befuddled,
so I answered,
“Yeah, that’s fine.”

Then you called me
in the lunchroom.
You had saved a
place in line.
And I knew that
it was true that
I was now your
Valentine.

I went shopping
for a present
and I saw this
blinking sign:
“Here’s a pleasant
little present
for a brand new
Valentine.”

So I bought it
and I brought it
in my backpack
right at nine.
Do you like it?
It’s a spy kit
with a flashlight
you can shine.

I could tell you
didn’t like it
when you said I
was a swine.
How exciting!
I’m delighting.
I have no more
Valentine.

Till another
person stopped me
and they asked
“Will you be mine?”
This is crushing.
Oh, I’m blushing.
I’ve another
Valentine.

Oh My Darling, Frankenstein

Oh my darling,
Oh my darling,
Oh my darling,
Frankenstein.
I abhor you
and adore you.
You’re my darling,
Frankenstein.

Your creator
was a doctor
in a castle
near the Rhine.
On a slab
inside his lab
you were constructed
Frankenstein.

Arms and legs and
head and torso
that the doctor
did combine.
Bolts of lightning,
very frightening,
gave you life dear
Frankenstein.

Then you rose up
from the table
with a bellow
and a whine.
You went lurching,
simply searching
for some dinner,
Frankenstein.

When the townsfolk
saw you coming
you sent shivers
down their spines.
So they chased you
with their pitchforks
and their torches
Frankenstein.

Then you lumbered
to the forest
where you hid
amongst the pine.
While the doc, he
did concoct me,
yes a bride
for Frankenstein.

We were married
in the castle,
and forever
you’ll be mine.
We’re a creature
double-feature,
oh my darling,
Frankenstein.

Georgie Porgie

Georgie Porgie, pudding and pie,
kissed the girls and made them sigh.
He’s so cute they stand in lines
just to give him Valentines.

A Meloncholy Tale

Helen Melon fell in love
with little Jerry Berry.
Still, the two were much too young
to run away and marry.

Helen said “We can’t elope;
we only met in spring.
Let us wait ’til autumn,
and I’ll wear your wedding ring.

Through the summer Helen grew;
she gained a lot of weight.
Jerry just grew sweeter
up until their wedding date.

“Honey, do you?” Jerry asked her.
“Yes I do!” she cried.
“Man and wife,” declared the preacher.
“You may kiss the bride.”

Everyone could plainly see
the pair were so in love.
Jerry looked up to his bride
as she leaned from above.

Just one kiss was all they shared;
now love is her excuse,
why Helen Melon’s widowed
and Jerry Berry’s juice.