Coming up, the day of love...

Coming up this week is a day many people love and others speak of hating. Perhaps it's true, Valentine's Day has been commercialized way out of proportion. Case in point: The other day I saw the perfect Valentine for my husband with the shocking price of $7.79!! I thought to myself, I could buy two lattes with that kind of money. So I put this high-priced card back in the rack and remembered that I can write my own poetry for free. For instance, my children loved (?) this:

FRUITS AND VEGGIE TALES

by Firstelle

I fell in love with a PICKLE,

But it was really no big DILL;

I fell in love with a BANANA,

Until it lost its apPEEL.

I fell in love with an APPLE,

It was such a DELICIOUS affair!

Then I fell in love with a FIG,

Until I found out it was really a PEAR.

I fell in love with a PEPPER,

But I just didn't ring its BELL;

I fell for a shy PEANUT,

But I couldn't get it out of its SHELL.

I fell in love with a TOMATO,

It was really quite diVINE;

Then I fell in love with a GRAPE,

But I couldn't stand its WINE.

I fell in love with a POTATO,

But we didn't see EYE to EYE;

So I'm giving up FRUITS and VEGGIES--

I think I'll give GRAINS a try!

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If you don't like this poem--if you think it's CORNy--I don't CARROT all PEAcause I had fun writing it. I've BEAN interested in writing poetry since childhood, and even if you criticize me, I'll stay cool as a CUCUMBER and refuse to be BEETen by your lack of support for my poetic talent. You may TURNIP your nose to my prose, but please don't SQUASH my enthusiasm! LETTUCE not argue over it, because when criticism SPROUTS up, in THYME the whole thing MUSHROOMS. When you become ARUGULAmentative, I become MELONcholy. I know I am PARSLEY to blame because I allow myself to get hurt by it, but you know that I YAM what I YAM.

I should probably heed some SAGE advice and CURRY your favor by not making this blogpost too long this week. But since it is the week of LOVE, I want to express mine to each of you, BVG's, sisters of the Sisterhood, friends forever................................................Love us!