She sent me out in the rain <br />When I forgot to get a card one year <br />And has moaned for a score of years and more <br />That my teeth fell out and not my hair <br />Now she’s got me writing words that don’t rhyme <br />Because she wants me to win the competition <br />For the best Valentine <br />Oh, what this poor man has to endure <br />To get a some peace when I come through the door <br />All I can hope is that this will be a hit <br />And I’ll get some silence <br />From my little moan-a-minute <br /> <br /> <br />5 February 1992 <br /> <br />Author’s Note: <br />This was the first attempt for a competition on a local radio station in 1992. However, it was never entered as they only want five lines and this was too long. Four days later, I wrote another one, see Valentine Comp Poem 2 and entered that. <br />DVH<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/valentine-comp-poem-1/
