A Valentine’s Tale

a Valentine’s tale

I was on the way home,
Why, just the other day.
When I saw a strange bird,
That was flying my way.

It was green, red, and purple,
And a funny sort of blue.
A strange sight indeed,
And a beautiful one too!

I called out to it,
And so did it wait.
So feeling rather happy,
I gave it some cake.

The bird ate in silence,
Only then did it speak.
With fresh cream and crumbs,
All over its beak!

It told me a story,
Of where it was going.
To find a blue banana,
That a mongoose was sewing.

“Sewing!” I cried,
“That cannot be true?”
“Aha!” said the bird,
“There is much they can do.”

“They can sew raspberries with cream, and jelly bear rings,”
“Blueberry pops with a rabbit that sings!”
“Ice-cream with pears,”
“And a bushy-tailed bear,”
“And even a goat,”
“With long golden hair!”

“Wow!” said I,
“That sounds great!”
But by this time,
It was getting rather late.

The bird was rested,
And ready to fly,
So I said farewell,
Then waved a good-bye.

But before it departed,
It called out and said,
“Excuse me, good fellow,”
“Would you care for an egg?”

“An egg?” I said,
“Whatever do you mean?”

So the bird swooped down,
And did hand unto me,
A strange, white, egg,
That was all shiny and clean.

“Take it home,” so the bird did say…

“And listen well unto me,”
“Sprinkle it with water,”
“Warm it with love,”
“And then you will surely see!”

So said the bird,
As it flew far away.
Up into the sky,
Towards Mandalay.

Where the mongooses sit,
Sewing with strange llamas,
Hoping to finish,
Those funny blue bananas!

So now I have this,
A shiny white egg.
That the bird gave to me,
With a tip of its head.

But I wasn’t quite sure,
What it is I should do.
And so, with all my love,
I give it unto you!

But remember, remember,
What the bird said to me.
Sprinkle it with water,
And then you will see!

For I give up to you,
The love in my heart.
Forever and ever,
Shall we never part.

And I hope it’s safe to say,
That you love me too.
For my heart is ever RED,
But never, ever, BLUE!

And so, as I come,
To a chocolatey end.
My love for you, eternally,
Do I wish to send.

For my love grows daily,
And I hope you’ll be mine.
So I send you this poem, with love,
My Valentine!

– Crispian Thurlborn, “a Valentine’s tale” (2005)


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