Valentine Lament

I hope that you notice my Valentine hint
If you’re buying me chocolate, it has to be Llindt,
Some flowers from the florist, some bright fragrant blooms,
Not bought at the garage, all wilting with fumes.

I want to eat out, and wear smart clothes that match,
Not drive by McDonalds and whiz past the hatch,
I want some nice undies, some earrings, a watch,
Not a pair of thin knickers that don’t have a crotch.

I want you to be a considerate lover,
Don’t fart and then bury me under the cover,
Don’t finish too quickly then dash to the loo,
Are you trying to say that’s the best you can do?

And why is it me, left with little damp puddle,
With no gentle words, and no warm cosy cuddle?
No hint of embrace, and no hint of a kiss,
To confirm the existence of Marital Bliss.

© Jan Jack 2008