My Valentine's Curse
In either first grade or kindergarten
I first fell prey to the Valentine's curse
when I got but five cards, all others ten
and from there, my fate went from bad to worse.
By middle school, my place in class was clear
my sneakers neither Jordans nor Converse
under their jibes, I shed many a tear
as they all would taunt my Valentines' verse.
But it was in High School I learned to fear
pretty girls who with legs and bosom tease
and on February fourteenth of each year
need more than chocolate to be pleased.
Long ago memories of times now past
yet from these times my fate was cast.
Copyright © D.W. Rodgers | Year Posted 2022
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