01-17-2012, 12:15 PM
The magic of a greeting card and rose –
Such sentimental sighings they invoke!
I should not be a cynic, I suppose.
Each year the pile of cardboard refuse grows,
And bouquets send a million suitors broke:
The magic of a greeting card and rose.
Bad poetry will fall to all-time lows,
And clichés will make sobbing women choke –
I should not be a cynic, I suppose.
A sniff will risk a prick in tender nose,
But all trespasses disappear like smoke:
The magic of a greeting card and rose.
Abandonment of common sense just shows
That romance is a sad and sorry joke –
I should not be a cynic, I suppose.
In every bed a man so sweetly throws
His leg across his woman for a poke:
The magic of a greeting card and rose –
I should not be a cynic, I suppose.
Such sentimental sighings they invoke!
I should not be a cynic, I suppose.
Each year the pile of cardboard refuse grows,
And bouquets send a million suitors broke:
The magic of a greeting card and rose.
Bad poetry will fall to all-time lows,
And clichés will make sobbing women choke –
I should not be a cynic, I suppose.
A sniff will risk a prick in tender nose,
But all trespasses disappear like smoke:
The magic of a greeting card and rose.
Abandonment of common sense just shows
That romance is a sad and sorry joke –
I should not be a cynic, I suppose.
In every bed a man so sweetly throws
His leg across his woman for a poke:
The magic of a greeting card and rose –
I should not be a cynic, I suppose.
It could be worse