Valentine

I'll usually give you a little poem

and a great big box of chocolates, or

more of a poem

and less of a box

and who can say which we'll have except

the chances for chocolate grow smaller word

for word...if this keeps going on

we're down to six fruits-and-nuts, no, less,

three caramels one angelcream watch out

a last Jordan Almond we'd better bite it in

whoops, it's gone, there's nothing left

but you and me, and a yen, I tell you,

heavy for sweets...now what should we do

about that?