A Valentine’s Evening With The Love Of My Life

Some nonsense from the Land of the Leprechauns

Sylvia Wohlfarth
Sep 28, 2019 · 2 min read

“Oh, come look at the moon
Blooming up in the sky
With a nod and a wink,” said I
“Be gone you buffoon
As if the old moon
Was able to bloom,
You lovesick old loon,”
Said she -
And “boom-a-boom boom,”
Thought I.

“Oh, come look at the stars
Whispering up in the sky
With a nod and a wink,” said I
“Come in out of there
You, foolish old twat
The stars do not care,
And that is a fact,”
Cried she -
And “rat-a-tat tat,”
Thought I.

“Oh, look at these roses,
Bought only for you
As a sign of my love,” said I
“Tsk, roses will die
As I will of hunger
And I’ll surely go mad,
If we stay any longer,”
Whined she -
And “meh-meh-meh meh,”
Thought I.

“Turn left, now turn right
Whoa! There’s a red traffic light
Can’t you see you old twit
Are you losing your sight?”
She cried in a fit
And a sigh -
You “git-i-git git,”
Thought I.

“Now come here you ol’ prick
And hand me over your stick
And give me an uh and an ah!”
“Oh, just give me a break
For no more can I take
Of your ranting and raving
You horrid old snake
Now it’s me I’ll be saving
And me who’ll be waving
Goodbye-buddy bye,”
Grinned I.

Sylvia Wohlfarth

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An Irish-Nigerian soul living in Ireland after 40 years in Germany. A social anthropologist, English teacher, and more. With stories to share; and an opinion…

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