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.