Friday, 14 February 2014

Valentines day

Valentines day, or VD for short.

What a load of rubbish.

I for one think romance should be spontaneous, and as such, I wrote my wife this poem, vis-a-v Roses are red...

Verse 1

Over the years
As my bodys got hairy
I've come to suspect
You're the underpants fairy

(Saint VD is buried on Aungier Street Dublin, very close to where myself and the love of my life used to live)

(That was a long time ago)

Verse 2

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Here, take this baby
He's just done a poo

Verse 3

It's that time of year
And I'd like to say
It's Gillians, Donnachas and this blogs

Verse 4

Love is forever
Fame is fleeting
I wish they'd stop asking
Who's Ronan Keating?

To answer that one, here's where it all started, and he plays the guitar...allegedly

Life is a Rolo Coaster

A great dancer he is too.  Anyway, eighteen years and two children later, I marked the passing of all those many romantic years together appropriately, with a Romeo and Julietta Number 1.

Happy Valentines Day.