Now Valentine has come and gone, <br />the mop just never turned her on. <br />I think, I'm going to, next year, <br />give her a carton of cold beer. <br /> <br />This way, it stands to reason, right (?) <br />that even though I may be tight <br />eventually, I'll pick the gift <br />that will bestow a hearty lift <br /> <br />upon the spirits and her heart. <br />So, do you think it would be smart <br />to get a blueprint overbore <br />for my beloved four-by-four? <br /> <br />Her mother, stupid broad (no Kraut) , <br />keeps telling me that it's about <br />the love that comes with every present, <br />she thinks of me as one dull peasant. <br /> <br />I disagree, of course, and loudly, <br />I like that mop and carry proudly <br />a carton of the finest beer <br />in the car fridge for you my dear. <br /> <br />And, after souping up the ute, <br />transfoming it into a brute, <br />I can deliver so much faster <br />the lovely presents from your Master. <br /> <br />And, incidentally, my sweet, <br />your Dad is wearing on his feet <br />the socks he got for Father's Day: <br />Fluorescent green, a touch of gray. <br /> <br />A present should be practical, <br />and that requires tactical <br />response and planning and a mind, <br />both analytical and kind.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/post-valentine/
