I carry round this heavy Thing,
a glompy, gloupy lump.
I’m told it helps me move around
and sometimes helps me jump;
it ticks and tocks, both day and night,
just like some squelchy pump.
I carry round this soggy Thing,
it sits inside my chest;
good care I need to take of it,
I’m told it’s for the best;
and if I feed it fatty food
I hear it might protest.
I carry round this joyous Thing,
I’ve had it from the start;
and since you are my Valentine
it is my wish to part
and give to you this special Thing,
it’s called “My Loving Heart”.
For Rose's My Valentine' Competition.