A Guy Called Bloke has set a challenge, to write a story or poem about a Valentine’s day card and a Cherub. Here is the post if you like to have a go:
Well, I don’t believe in Valentine’s day. I think it is a load of commercial rubbish. I won’t be taking part in it at all. Love is for 365 days a year not just for Valentine’s day. But I just can’t resist a challenge from that Guy Called Bloke, so here is a poem that should tug at the old heartstrings, and meet the requirements of the prompt. 🙂
A Valentine’s Revelation
He vowed never to send a Valentine’s card,
it was something he just wouldn’t start.
He was clear from the beginning
to his love, who was willing,
to accept that she never get a red paper heart.
No Red roses despatched by courier mail,
On a cold wintry February day.
No chocolates in boxes
or cuddly toy foxes,
He’d made positively clear it just wasn’t his way.
Then he gazed down at the present she’d made him,
at the cot and the cherub inside,
He admitted that here,
was a love gift, most dear,
With this valentines present, he’s so happy, he cried.
Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 07/February/2019