Have to get some fuel today,
Before my discount goes away.
Never mind the blowing rain,
Or the freezing hands trying to swipe the card in vain.
Pump the gasoline I must,
As under my breath I cuss.
Glasses fogged and spotted with rain;
My fingers are white and wracked with pain.
No one to help on this bad weather day,
In the warm, dry house, hubby did stay.
What I would do to save 10 cents on the gallon before Sunday comes on the morrow,
Is enough to give me acid reflux and sorrow.
Valentine where forth art thou on this frigid day?
For your services I would gladly pay.
Be My Valentine
© By Lilly (Lilprincessitali@aol.com)
Roses are oh so red,
Violets are true blue,
Candy hearts so sweet,
One says you are too.
In the bunch of them,
Lovers walk down path,
Moon and stars aglow,
He gave her a red rose.
They look at each other,
That shows much care,
In thoughts not sure,
Of true love or a game.
They embrace tenderly,
Hug and kisses so real,
Did not want to let go,
Both say I love you so.
A lovely night we have,
All ours to behold now,
Will you be my Valentine?
