Topic: Love

Love Sick

I’m feeling sick.
My face is red.
I’m dazed and dizzy
in my head.
I think I need to
stay in bed
at least about a week.

My stomach’s tied
in awful knots.
I’m breaking out
with purple spots.
I’m seeing stars
and lots of dots.
I feel like I should shriek.

I don’t know what
to do or say.
I’d never ever
felt this way,
until today
when Anna-Kay
kissed me on the cheek.

Candy Love

Chocolate assortments
and little pink hearts.
Hershey’s Kiss Roses
and sour SweeTarts.

All of these candies
arrived with some cards,
sending me mushy
romantic regards.

Valentine’s Day,
what a troublesome date.
Don’t like the cards,
but the candy is great!

A Valentine for Mom


I bought a box of chocolates
for my mother’s valentine;
a giant, heart-shaped package
with a flowery design.

They had them at the market
and I got the biggest one.
I nearly couldn’t pick it up.
It must have weighed a ton.

I had to use a shopping cart
to haul it from the store.
At home I almost couldn’t
even fit it through the door.

I gave it to my mother
and you should have seen her eyes!
I clearly had impressed her
with my chocolate box’s size.

That carton was gargantuan —
the largest I could find —
but not because I’m generous
and not because I’m kind.

I didn’t buy the biggest one
to show how much I care.
I bought it just to guarantee
my mom would have to share.

Roses are Red


Roses are red
(it has often been said),
and so is the welt
swelling up on my head.

Violets are blue
(I’ve no doubt that it’s true).
The bruise that I’ve got
on my cheekbone is too.

Daisies are white
(I expect this is right),
and so is my face
as I’ve had quite a fright.

That’s why this tip
isn’t something to skip:
It’s fine to give flowers,
but try not to trip.

Modern Popularity


I have a half a million friends.
I’m popular. It’s true!
I like them, each and every one,
and they all like me too.

I have more friends than anybody
else you’ve ever known.
It’s nice to have so many friends.
I never feel alone.

They come from countries near and far,
from countries large and little.
Afghanistan and Zambia
and places in the middle.

From Austria to Liechtenstein,
Zimbabwe to Nepal.
My friends are from so many countries
I can’t count them all.

I hope someday I’ll meet my friends.
You see, we’ve never met.
The only way I know them all
is on the Internet.

If I Had a Dollar


If I had a dollar
I know what I’d do;
I’d go to the mall
and I’d spend it on you.

I’d shop for a shoelace,
or maybe a sock,
or maybe a ribbon,
or maybe a rock.

I’d pay for a pickle,
a pear, or a plum.
I’d get you a grape,
or a half-pack of gum.

I’d spring for some string
if the string were on sale.
I’d purchase a pinky-sized
pink plastic pail.

I’d pick up a pencil,
I’d give you a stick.
I’d buy you a bit of
a board or a brick.

I like you, I do,
but I’m sorry to say
you can’t get a lot
for a dollar today.

Xbox, Xbox


Xbox, Xbox,
you’re the one for me.
I also love my 3DS
and my Nintendo Wii.

GameCube, GameBoy,
Apple iPod Touch.
I never thought that I would ever
be in love this much.

Pac-Man, Sonic,
Mario, and Link.
Your names are etched inside my mind
in everlasting ink.

Run, jump, flip, hang,
double-jump, and climb.
That’s all I want to do
with every second of my time.

This is true love.
Yes, it’s plain to see.
Xbox, Xbox,
will you marry me?

Porcupine Valentine

“Will you be my valentine?”
said the timid porcupine.
Listening, he heard
not a single word.

“Will you let me hold you please?
Let my arms enfold you please?
Why are you so shy?”
There was no reply.

“I’ll make you my Mrs., dear;
smother you with kisses, dear.
Darling, won’t you try it?”
All he heard was quiet.

“Though I have persisted here,
still you have resisted, dear.
I must need more practice,”
he said to the cactus.

I Love Me


I took myself out on a date
and said I’m looking grand,
and when I got my courage up
I asked to hold my hand.

I took me to a restaurant
and then a movie show.
I put my arm around me
in the most secluded row.

I whispered sweetly in my ear
of happiness and bliss,
and then I almost slapped me
when I tried to steal a kiss.

Then afterwards I walked me home
and since I’m so polite
I thanked me for a perfect date
and wished myself goodnight.

There’s just one little problem
and it kind of hurts my pride.
Myself would not invite me in
so now I’m locked outside!

Ode on a Unicycle

Unicycle, unicycle,
radiant and round.
Spying you, you spoke to me
without a single sound.

Unicycle, unicycle,
beautiful and kind,
like the petals on a flower
wheeling through my mind.

Unicycle, unicycle,
you’re my one desire.
Losing you would break my heart.
Of you I’ll never tire.

Unicycle, unicycle
always by my side.
That’s, of course, because you are
impossible to ride.