St Valentine Celebration

Paint never would smile at Turpentine And I tell you The Serpentine Wouldn’t at The Truest Valentine “Hither I Come!” from Far- Off Turpentine In Paint’s eardrums, A Monstrous Frankenstein And-trust me- to The Serpentine The love avowals of The Dove-Like Valentine. Anyhow, mind-blowing gifts now part of it From even the guy overflowing wit, Endorsing Michael Jackson’s levying of men In his Wanna Be Startin’ Somethin of then; For, indeed, if one can’t feed one’s baby One shouldn’t try to have a baby… Then, from your account graciously withdraw For those who often close to you draw And to him things are awfully hard, For his woman a dollar recharge card: Faithfully actualizing that wonderful line: A decree that one mustn’t one’s woman sideline. And valentine may be partly lips paintings For men who’d see it and start fainting Or wearing the whitest upon the wettest And it won’t read as old martyrdom clinching fresh protest… Also about cleaning one’s sanitation-begging house To lovingly rid it of every mischievous mouse!