Valentine

To weasel but a morsel

of your exquisite love

the measle of my nose

would go as pink as blush

 

I can show you all my woodlands

splendid as the Moment

perfumed of black rich soils

and spring mosses so redolent

 

My dress it may look shabby

But it is pure ermine

O Lady, could you consider

A tenacious love like mine?

 

With every ounce of my being,

Your Vermin Valentine

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