Saint Valentine Sat Cackling In A Cave Poem by Simpa Omoluabi

Saint Valentine sat cackling in a cave
In the year the twilight sun shone like mad
Making some seeking the saint's rose so sad.
Peppermint the dead tongues of the saint crave
Aching to have a taste of his own day
O'er which his dead tongues have nothing to say
Miserable this day for a minty taste
Of peppermints, minty taste of it's paste.
Lullaby Valentine sings o'er and o'er
Up and down; Valentine's Day is over.
And the saint, Valentine, was all alone
But got from a small child an abalone
Implying a dark purity of love
Valentine's gift must come with from above.

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