Not your typical Valentine's Day fanfare.
|Decaying apple of my eye,
A box of candy is your surprise.
It's your favorite, give it a try:
Delicious chocolate-covered blowflies!
Wait! Another generous thought,
Twelve long-stemmed roses picked fresh with rot!
I'm glad you like them, it's all for naught,
But you won't believe what else I bought.
I'm excited for this next gift,
It's a new perfume called Putrid Stench -
Domestic sucks, so I bought French.
Though I think the last gift is the best;
I'll do the traditional thing,
Drop to one knee and show you the ring.
Diamond and twenty four karat gold!
What the fuck? Where the hell did she go?
*Thanks goes out to Trebor Cahne for his wonderful grammatical editing skills!