Valentine's Day Poem by Steve Howard

Now every year at Valentine's,
my mind goes blank and flat.
It seems everything I try to do,
is trite and quite old hat.
I cannot buy her flowers,
she says flowers make her cry.
She says it makes her very sad,
to watch the flowers die.
I cannot wine and dine her.
Wine makes her want to have a spat.
I cannot buy her candy.
She says candy makes her fat.
So I think I'll just go fishing,
and see what she makes of that.