by Emily Shifflett
Can anyone here tell me,
The origin of Valentine’s day?
Well for one, it’s named for Saint Valentine,
Who was stoned to death they say.
Romantic isn’t it?
Getting pelted with rocks until you die.
Only to look down from where ever he is now,
To see people skipping with joy.
Some saints, they’re properly mourned.
I mean, look at San Fermin.
He gets the running of the bulls each year.
People come from miles around to celebrate him.
But poor old Valentine?
He gets glitter cards and pink.
Giant teddy bears and roses.
Not how some would like to be remembered I think.
So. remember when you’re giving your sweetheart
Something heart covered and sweet.
Nothing says I love you like a public stoning
Though Mr. Valentine might disagree.
