Happy Get A Treat For No Particular Reason Day
I love Valentines Day. I get to be appreciated for no particular reason, which is a Very Good Thing in my book!
Of course, I spend more time appreciating others than I spend being appreciated, but it's nice to appreciate others, too... it's all to the good, in terms of personal growth and the benefit of humanity and all that rot.
And I get flowers. :)
Even better (although don't tell the Pirate this bit, he'll get a swelled head), I get my annual Love Poem.
Don't mistake me. These are not your hearts-and-flowers sort of poems. My True Love would never pen something so trite and anonymous as the sort of drivel you find in a card from Hallmark... nor even from their Shoebox division.
No, these are unique and intensely personal missives that could come only from my Lifemate. They are soaring illustrations of romantic ardor, each one brilliantly illuminating the depth and beauty of the Poet's soul.
These Odes... nay, these Epic Masterpieces... will no doubt be kept enshrined by our son, as examples of his parents' powerful and enduring passion.
He (our son) will also no doubt want them as evidence for his offspring that he is NOT the silliest man on earth. Or at least, that if he is, it was visited on him genetically and is not his fault.
(I do, however, admit that the Pirate is no Shakespeare, as he harbors the delusion that 'Autumn' rhymes with 'Bottom'. And no, I won't tell you why he needed something to rhyme with that particular word. I won't tell you what rhymes with 'playing Piggies on your toes,' either. Some mysteries must be left to the ages...)
Of course, I spend more time appreciating others than I spend being appreciated, but it's nice to appreciate others, too... it's all to the good, in terms of personal growth and the benefit of humanity and all that rot.
And I get flowers. :)
Even better (although don't tell the Pirate this bit, he'll get a swelled head), I get my annual Love Poem.
Don't mistake me. These are not your hearts-and-flowers sort of poems. My True Love would never pen something so trite and anonymous as the sort of drivel you find in a card from Hallmark... nor even from their Shoebox division.
No, these are unique and intensely personal missives that could come only from my Lifemate. They are soaring illustrations of romantic ardor, each one brilliantly illuminating the depth and beauty of the Poet's soul.
These Odes... nay, these Epic Masterpieces... will no doubt be kept enshrined by our son, as examples of his parents' powerful and enduring passion.
He (our son) will also no doubt want them as evidence for his offspring that he is NOT the silliest man on earth. Or at least, that if he is, it was visited on him genetically and is not his fault.
(I do, however, admit that the Pirate is no Shakespeare, as he harbors the delusion that 'Autumn' rhymes with 'Bottom'. And no, I won't tell you why he needed something to rhyme with that particular word. I won't tell you what rhymes with 'playing Piggies on your toes,' either. Some mysteries must be left to the ages...)
posted by Eileen at 8:21 PM
6 Comments:
Wow, you are so lucky!
I have dibs on him if something (gods forbid) ever happens to you. ;)
Are you sure "woo woo" was not included in the text of these touching missives? :D
xxoo
*giggle*
How sweet!
LOL. That's great! I love the poem idea... And you have me so curious. No way you'll post this years poem for us? Please? :)
WG~ I *did* go to see them, they're lovely!!!
Sis~ Although the term 'woo woo' was not specifically used, I suspect this may have been due to the difficulty of finding the appropriate rhyme. The sentiment was definitely there!
:D
Chris~ I don't know that 'sweet' is exactly what I'd call it! Lol!!
Tink~ I do not have the Pirate's permission for publishing the exact poems, and don't want to violate copyright laws...
Yeah, right. Really, I just don't want the Wrath of the Pirate to descend upon my poor head! Or embarassment to be painted crimson upon my poor face...
;D
He writes you a poem every year? That's awesome.
He *is* awesome! :D
And I love the poems - they make me laugh. A lot. The Pirate looks like the slow old Country Boy that he was raised to be, but has a very sly and wicked sense of humor; it's one of his best qualities, and even better in that it's so unexpected. My husband, the expert practitioner of Stealth Humor...
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