Villanellentine

 

The magic of a greeting card and rose –

such sentimental sighings they invoke!

I should not be a cynic, I suppose.

 

Each year the pile of cardboard refuse grows,

and bouquets send a million suitors broke:

the magic of a greeting card and rose.

 

Bad poetry will fall to all-time lows,

and clichés will make sobbing women choke –

I should not be a cynic, I suppose.

 

A sniff will risk a prick in tender nose,

but all trespasses disappear like smoke:

the magic of a greeting card and rose.

 

Abandonment of common sense just shows

that romance is a sad and sorry joke –

I should not be a cynic, I suppose.

 

In every bed a man so sweetly throws

his leg across his woman for a poke:

the magic of a greeting card and rose –

I should not be a cynic, I suppose.