The Gripe of St. Valentine
An entry for the Love in 50 words challenge
By Rachel DeemingPublished about a year ago • 1 min read
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Hearts. Flowers.
Teddy bears.
Lacy, racy underwear.
Got a card? Who's it from?
Mystery making insides thrum.
Valentine, the saint of love
Looking down from up above:
"Enjoy it, mortals! Go ahead!
Stuff your face! Romp in bed!
I loved Love! Lost my life!
So you could dine by candlelight!"
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Comments (14)
-Dine by candlelight- is an exquisite touch! Loved the whimsy as well!
Hit all those commercialism cliches with such a poetic punch! Well done, Rachel!
Well-wrought, and quite amusing! One must certainly wonder how any of the dour old Catholic saints could come to represent Eros...
Racy Lacy! Ha! So good. Can’t believe you squeezed so much into 50 words! Brill.
Romp in bed 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 Loved your take on this challenge!
Poetic and comic genius, Rachel! Fifty words that dance, sing and induce delighted giggles!
Love it! Good luck in the challenge.
Hilarious!
I love this poem, Rachel. A wonderful entry into the challenge! Also, your image is nothing less than awesome!
Loved that you tapped into the mind of St. Valentine :) genius
Exactly! Well said.
Great poem!
Haha. Perfect.
Very hot and sexy !