February ‘23

As Valentine’s Day came to a close last week, I came down with a cold. This got me thinking about Valentine’s Day last year: My wife had vertigo, and I had a high fever with a side of congestion (COVID or influenza, I’m guessing). Let me tell ya, the romance was high 😆 Such a Valentine’s Day deserved to be immortalized in poetry, so I did just that. You can find “February ‘23” in my third book, Shadow and Memory.

February ‘23

In February ‘23
as Valentine’s drew near,
ol’ Cupid came to double check
that love was in the air.

But what he found was quite a shock
and dropped his chubby jaw,
for as he fluttered through our house,
this is what he saw:

It wasn’t love that made you swoon
or love that made-me sick
but vertigo and germs were all
it took to do the trick.

Your head became a tilt-a-whirl,
and fever made me hot.
Poor Cupid’s arrow ricocheted
and killed him on the spot.