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'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem