A tragic story of why Valentine's Day and Pancake Tuesday shouldn't fall in such close proximity to one another....

I never thought it would end in panic

My plan was elegant, free from anger.

Never has my tale abandoned me so,

On such a sick and twisted cliffhanger.

After just a fortnight plus three full eves,

It seemed not only fitting, but ideal

To treat my Valentine so very fair

To a Tuesday full of love that was real.

But how to please, and how to ensnare her?

Did the ring, or just the gesture matter?

And it struck me then, after dinner, and

I put the ring in the pancake batter.

She sits and smiles, ignorant to my act.

With a diamond in her digestive tract.

The End

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