A Poem for St. Valentine's Day

To my dearest, darling Jake,
We're all entitled to One Mistake,
So Lorna, I could deal with fine,
but Sue, Jill and Mary I couldn't take.

The nights you stayed late at "work",
how'd you turn into such a jerk?
The calls at home in whispered tones,
the race to answer the telephone.

These thoughts I keep fresh in mind,
as I write this Valentine.
On this day when Love abounds,
I'm glad to say, I'm not around.

I took the car, my clothes, the money,
but I'm thinking of you honey,
Tonight around your sleeping time,
the Sheriff will bring my Valentine.

The papers give you twenty days,
to wake up to your cheating ways,
Have some fun, buy some candy,
but keep your lawyer's number handy.

Love, Janet

Copyright, 1989