A Valentine's Day Poem

I received my first real V-Day poem ("Roses are red" does not count), from a student. It has a nicely ironic touch. Since we are reading the play now, King Lear references find their way into this confection.


A sticky red flows through the rooms,
A corridor full of pink balloons.
A box of chocolates, sickly sweet,
Forewarns of future sickly teeth.

One needs to fill the hungry O's,
And palliate their aching souls.
A sugar sweetness is the thing
To take the role of love and king.

Like Lear, this day attempts to bake
A spiritual state into a cake--
Attempts to try, with all its might,
To mold love out of rosy light.


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