• I'm standing in my house alone
    and staring at some cream,
    When suddenly, a thought occurs,
    and rightly I do scream.

    "It's Valentine's!" I do declare,
    that day of the unseen;
    of love, romance, and candy bars,
    and happiness, it seems.

    But lo, behold, I was alone,
    and I dared not to dream
    of buying cards, and lovers' rings,
    and strawberry ice cream.

    This yearly day of loveliness
    has left me out of theme.
    But in myself, how I do rage
    against the love machine!

    To Hell with Cupid, and Capone,
    and all this day's regime!
    I'd put them all against a wall
    before a firing team!

    The pink waters do rush and roar,
    yet I stand up supreme.
    For in the darkness of my heart
    it's but a lonely beam.

    My skies grow bright, here comes midnight,
    an ally, as I deem.
    Now with the first, I've slayed V-day
    with prejudice extreme.

    I sit down at my computer,
    and my coffee does steam.
    I need not hurry, nor have worry.
    Valentine's is reamed.