Who Was This St. Valentine Guy, Anyway?

A brief answer, in verse.



He might have been a Roman priest
Entombed on Via Flaminia
Or else a priest from Viterbo
Who caused his boss chagrinia.





Or else he was a bishop who
Hailed from Province Raetia
Unless he was the hermit priest
Who kept his life discreetia.





Whoever was Valentius
His day is rife with phobias
For men who lapse and fail to gift
On all parts of the globe-ias.





So if you shake and quake with fear
When this saint's day is nearing ya
Check out the brightandshinythings
To which I'm quickly steering-ya.

My Mother's Chocolate Valentine

My Mother's Chocolate Valentine
by Jack Prelutsky



I bought a box of chocolate hearts,
a present for my mother,
they looked so good I tasted one,
and then I tried another.




They both were so delicious
that I ate another four,
and then another couple,
and then half a dozen more.




I couldn't seem to stop myself,
I nibbled on and on,
before I knew what happened
all the chocolate hearts were gone.




I felt a little guilty,
I was stuffed down to my socks,
I ate my mother's valentine...
I hope she likes the box.



If you ate all your mother's chocolates, you could always get her a bracelet instead. She'd probably like it a lot.

I Love You More Than Applesauce

I Love You More Than Applesauce
by Jack Prelutsky



I love you more than applesauce,
Than peaches and a plum,
Than chocolate hearts,
And cherry tarts,
And berry bubble-gum.



I love you more than lemonade,
And seven-layer cake,
Than lollipops,
And candy drops,
And thick vanilla shake.



I love you more than marzipan,
Than marmalade on toast;
For I love pies
Of any size,
But I love you the most.



LOVEly earrings here.

To Ogden Nash's Valentine

To My Valentine

by Ogden Nash

More than a catbird hates a cat,
Or a criminal hates a clue,
Or the Axis hates the United States,
That's how much I love you.



I love you more than a duck can swim,
And more than a grapefruit squirts,
I love you more than a gin rummy is a bore,
And more than a toothache hurts.



As a shipwrecked sailor hates the sea,
Or a juggler hates a shove,
As a hostess detests unexpected guests,
That's how much you I love.



I love you more than a wasp can sting,
And more than the subway jerks,
I love you as much as a beggar needs a crutch,
And more than a hangnail irks.



I swear to you by the stars above,
And below, if such there be,
As the High Court loathes perjurious oathes,
That's how you're loved by me.



Brightandshinythings with heart here.

Ladybug Love on a (Nearly) Wordless Wednesday

Hearts here.

L-O-V-...

LOVE



Ricky was "L" but he's home with the flu.
Lizzie, our "O", had some homework to do.



Mitchell, "E" prob'ly got lost on the
way.
So I'm all of love that could make it today.



~Shel Silverstein~ 

~Earrings from Cornerstoregoddess~