My friend Bert brought me Schuberts for Valentine's Day.
If you are from Chico, California, or the surrounding areas, you understand what that means.
That means that Bert and I are now married.
Bert! Don't run away, Bert! Come back; I was only joking! maybe
Consider the box. Such a sweet little gold box.
I won't open the box. Should I open the box?
I had to open the box. Wow, four chocolates! Just one to tide me over.
And now there are three. The balance is off.
So, I'm pretty sure I'll save the other two for Smedley and Sparky at home.
No I won't.
Only one left. The hairy one. Saving the hairy one for later.
Maybe there's one hiding there that I missed . . .
Is it later yet? I think it's later . . .
It was a goner. Alrighty then . . . I dun' feel so good.
Now what'll I eat?
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Thanks so much, Bert! Happy Valentine's Day! (urp)