Valentine’s comes but once a year
And sadly . . so do you husband dear
So I’ll be with the man next door
Who will liberate . . my inner core
No doubt you’ll forget what day it is
Whilst I succumb to some next-door bliss
And whilst you read the evening paper
I will be involved in an exotic caper
I’ll sweat and pant and scream a lot
As friendly Fred hits my magic spot
Your lack of passion makes me insane
So it’s hardly fair to say that I’m to blame
So when you hear noises through the wall
It will be the neighborly handyman with his tool
Yes . . Valentine’s comes but once a year . .
And I won’t miss my chance . . my dear
Bronze trophy winner
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Peace, Rhonda
