There was a young woman named Jenny,
Whose virtues were shining and many,
And as for her faults,
She can't dance the waltz,
And beyond that there simply aren't any.
Garrison Keillor, St. Paul, MN
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A night long ago, 'neath the moon
You sang to me love's old sweet tune
Kind heaven has sent
No impediment
And our sixth baby's due late this June.
Sue Buckser, West Lafayette, IN
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My love, Robert S., plays the trumpet.
I hope he never will dump it,
For when he plays loud
He makes me so proud,
As for you, you can like it or lump it.
Rosemary Summers, New York, NY
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There once was a pretty young lass
Whose feelings were made out of glass.
The young man who mattered
Said six words that shattered:
"I'd rather be fishing for bass."
LaVaughn Bye
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I once met a young man named Tom,
his hair was luxurious and long,
he played the guitar,
it took him quite far,
thank Heaven he took me along.
Fiona Dudley
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A sweet Keansburg gal, Mary Giblin,
inspires this Valentine scribblin'
in hopes that I'll hear
her name broadcast clear
even though my good ear she is nibblin'
Bob Kelly