VALENTINE By: Miss Apeke

When I was nine
I was told the tale of Nile
Especially at night.

When I was Ten
I was given a pen
To draw than an hen
To move from boy's den.

Now that I'm a teen
I've got more than a fin
To see beyond the seen
Becos it's Valentine.

It's Valentine
I must leave by nine
To pay a costly fine
For a useless dine.

It's Valentine
I must spend my night
Putting off my tight
For a euphoric fright.

It's Valentine
I must give my time
To a sexual mime
But after the whole show
My soul becomes so low
My foe leaps off my toe
As I was told to go
By an unjust Joe.

©Apeke

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