Mick stumbled into the kitchen,
stamping ice and snow all over.
As usual, he was in high dudgeon!
'I rather shovel snow and chop ice
than read what passes for Valentine
verse on February 14, Celia my love!
Seems every upstart thinks
a blowjob does the trick.
Read this stuff I printed from
today's poemhunter, will you? '
Mick was on the money again!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem