What We Call Valentine's Day

Cory stared at the girl he loved, who had no love in return

He blushed when eye contact was made

The girl stood 

Walking by the wood

And Cory was left in the shade

The girl, named Valentine, met a young lad

The strong boy was called Lance

Cory envied mean

As his face turned green

Running away in advance

Valentine stayed home alone

Brushing her hair as she cried

"I love Lance but Cory loves me,"

Suddenly, there was a rustling in the trees

Valentine saw her house covered with hearts dyed

Jealous and gutless stood Cory

As Valentine and Lance kissed with a flood

He brought out his knife

Taking Lance's knife

And now all was left was the lover's blood