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Good Morning and Happy St. Valentine's Day to one and all. Are you all ready to go-go-go? Having said that, please don't all rush at once to post your entries as we wouldn't want to crash the site or set it on fire with your wild desire! Entries close at 23.00 tonight and the names of the two winners will be posted at 12 noon tomorrow. The judge's decision is final.
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The day is nearly over The postman didn't come The florist didn't visit Chocolates I have none My days of love have vanished Burnt like fog in morning sun No romance, 'cept in novels And I am not the only one So maybe someone out there With situation worse Might be tempted to be tempted By the writer of this verse.
19:58 Tue 14th Feb 2023
Here are my three entries - Have a lovely V-Day - to all the gals that is.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
You’re sticky like Loctite,
And I’m glued to you.
Cherries are red,
Peas are green.
You’re the first AB Valentine
I’ve ever seen.
Aubergines are purple,
Lemons are yellow.
You’re soft and cuddly,
Like a Cornish marrow.
Any colour or flavour is fine,
If you’ll just be my AB Valentine.
Or
Roses are rusty red,
The flowers are flaccid and wilted.
You’re dry and floppy like an Ab Editor,
It’s really no wonder you’ve been jilted.
Or
Valentine’s Day, the time to find the right AB girl for me
I thought how hard could it be?
I just have to find an AB gal a similar age to me
but of all the gals out there - just so many.
Hell of a poser - I don't know how to find the key,
so I decided to come up with a gaming strategy.
Note the things that I want her to be, the AB girl I could marry,
she must be a cutie and have the perfect body.
Pasta, Gness, Minty, Lady CG and J – all lovely and crazy.
Pasta - if I feel hungry I could eat her dishes – she’s a cook and handy.
Gness - if I’m down and alone, she’s sure to cook up something funny.
Lady CG – ‘what’s for dinner?’ and the bottle of vino… there go my kidneys.
Lady J – a stunning mug pressie that makes my AB coffee nice and tasty.
Minty – forget Queen Nicola, she’s really Scotland’s First Lady.
Then there’s Tilly, Horseshoes, Pixie, Albs and, bless her, even Naomi
Jourdain, Bobbi, RH, Barmy Barmaid, Barsel, Prudie and Dottie Lottie
and plenty more - some of whom, alas, have become a distant memory.
Whenever I try to say to them "Have some mercy,"
they say, "You’ll be barred for being too naughty and randy -
like the time with Pinkie on Mad Over 50s- tailcocks and volley-vonts,
Ed will have you on another week’s suspender,
so forget us - you may well just as surrender.”
Choosing the right Valentine’s AB lassie -
well, that’s simply an on-line dreamy choice and fantasy.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
You’re sticky like Loctite,
And I’m glued to you.
Cherries are red,
Peas are green.
You’re the first AB Valentine
I’ve ever seen.
Aubergines are purple,
Lemons are yellow.
You’re soft and cuddly,
Like a Cornish marrow.
Any colour or flavour is fine,
If you’ll just be my AB Valentine.
Or
Roses are rusty red,
The flowers are flaccid and wilted.
You’re dry and floppy like an Ab Editor,
It’s really no wonder you’ve been jilted.
Or
Valentine’s Day, the time to find the right AB girl for me
I thought how hard could it be?
I just have to find an AB gal a similar age to me
but of all the gals out there - just so many.
Hell of a poser - I don't know how to find the key,
so I decided to come up with a gaming strategy.
Note the things that I want her to be, the AB girl I could marry,
she must be a cutie and have the perfect body.
Pasta, Gness, Minty, Lady CG and J – all lovely and crazy.
Pasta - if I feel hungry I could eat her dishes – she’s a cook and handy.
Gness - if I’m down and alone, she’s sure to cook up something funny.
Lady CG – ‘what’s for dinner?’ and the bottle of vino… there go my kidneys.
Lady J – a stunning mug pressie that makes my AB coffee nice and tasty.
Minty – forget Queen Nicola, she’s really Scotland’s First Lady.
Then there’s Tilly, Horseshoes, Pixie, Albs and, bless her, even Naomi
Jourdain, Bobbi, RH, Barmy Barmaid, Barsel, Prudie and Dottie Lottie
and plenty more - some of whom, alas, have become a distant memory.
Whenever I try to say to them "Have some mercy,"
they say, "You’ll be barred for being too naughty and randy -
like the time with Pinkie on Mad Over 50s- tailcocks and volley-vonts,
Ed will have you on another week’s suspender,
so forget us - you may well just as surrender.”
Choosing the right Valentine’s AB lassie -
well, that’s simply an on-line dreamy choice and fantasy.
rowanwitchNo romantic intent, but the temptation was too much.
Intrigued by similarities, where difference lies
There is room to challenge, yet I find you
Impervious to softer reasoning
The touch of humour outside your abilities
To comprehend, yet claimed as realities
No more real than a chaos butterfly
Should my laughter mock you
For your pretension
Roses are red, unless they are some other colour
Violets some shade on the blue purple spectrum
In the obscurity of strange profundity
We might make connection
I doubt 'twould be romantic
Somethings can't really be
But trying to get inside your head
Might be enough for me
I
Like
To argue
When the making up
Can be
Explosive
But
I won't
Argue
As you As
Are fixed
Within
Your
Certainties
Intrigued by similarities, where difference lies
There is room to challenge, yet I find you
Impervious to softer reasoning
The touch of humour outside your abilities
To comprehend, yet claimed as realities
No more real than a chaos butterfly
Should my laughter mock you
For your pretension
Roses are red, unless they are some other colour
Violets some shade on the blue purple spectrum
In the obscurity of strange profundity
We might make connection
I doubt 'twould be romantic
Somethings can't really be
But trying to get inside your head
Might be enough for me
I
Like
To argue
When the making up
Can be
Explosive
But
I won't
Argue
As you As
Are fixed
Within
Your
Certainties
I'd like to say I love you all,
But that would be just silly,
My love is not a thing I flout,
Or hand out willy-nilly.
The moaners, the groaners,
The boasters, the gents,
The straight ones, the bent ones,
And those with so much sense.
A world of choice before me,
So who to pick? - I'm stuck,
Bet you thought you could end this rhyme,
Hmmm …. No such flipping luck!
I might try again later.
But that would be just silly,
My love is not a thing I flout,
Or hand out willy-nilly.
The moaners, the groaners,
The boasters, the gents,
The straight ones, the bent ones,
And those with so much sense.
A world of choice before me,
So who to pick? - I'm stuck,
Bet you thought you could end this rhyme,
Hmmm …. No such flipping luck!
I might try again later.