A Valentine’s Day Love Story…
Susie Q was feeling blue.
She had no date; this much was true.
The day of hearts was coming near
And Suzie Q was showing fear.
If she sat alone, alone that day
Depression could not be held at bay.
She must, oh must, find a date.
The time is now, it’s getting late.
Johnny B was feeling fine.
The day of hearts would pass him by.
No money spent on worthless gifts.
No loves lost on petty rifts.
To the club, he would go.
Drink a beer; watch a ho.
And when he had no more cash,
Alone he’d go; alone and trashed.
One day at work, the two did meet.
Him sitting down; her on her feet.
He took a long, perverted stare
And decided one night he could bear.
So he asked for a date on the night of hearts.
Her fragile state; tricked a sweetheart.
They set the time to meet for drinks.
Showered and shaved, so not to jinx.
Dinner was fine, the dancing great.
Off to bed, it’s getting late.
The question came, yours or mine?
Johnny thought, my lucky time!
After the deed was done and sealed
Suzy ashamed, Johnny reeled!
Suzy would take the walk of shame.
Johnny told his workers, “she came.”
A few weeks later, Suzy was late.
Johnny shit bricks; he’d sealed his fate.
He begged and pleaded, “I’m dead alas.”
The next time this happens come in her….
