A Poly-Valentine Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

Tis Valentine so soon,
they mentioned it today
and pointed to the special cards,
three ninety-five,
a hint of chocolate
and lines to fill
with sweet and loving words.
Can I, so asked a lad
have more than one,
or would this be conceit,
you as the Postmaster
would be the one to know.
Of course, my boy
I let you have a dozen cards
for thirty, add the stamps
and you'll be out a fifty
and they'll swarm
like honeybees
who always find their way
back to the hive.
So give me FIVE
and let me know
come Monday morn'.