Time To Sway At Your Commercialized Bay!

Love is in the air at many a lair...for a price...you can make it more nice. A guy in a diaper with a bow is surely in the know. Sit back and stick your rump in the air, you may find someone to care. Or someone with a butt fetish I suppose. They may think it smells like a rose. But I digress as once more I attack the commercialized mess.


Search out a man,Not a flash in the pan,But a true guy,That looks rather spry.He'll be in underwear,Ready to make a pair.Stick up your ass,To find your lad or lass.Unless it's diaper change time,Then make due with a mime.He may be too full of crap,To take a lovers lap.Then where will you turn?Such desire continues to burn.You need a mate,One that doesn't deflate.One who's a looker,Nope, not a hooker.This isn't the day,For hourly pay. Instead you need,Absolutely need, at your feed,A box of this and that,Looks like it came out the rear of the cat.
A flower or ten,Heck, break out the pen.Sign a big old check,Spread flowers across the deck.
Don't forget the card.It isn't hard.So many, I know. Just grab six or so.Now you are ready,To look good and steady.Just stick out you arm,This stuff works like a charm.Trust us we say.You'll have a great day.On this very special date,Cupid's arrow is your fate.Pffft as usual at my sea. They can take their day and stick it up their corporate rear with glee. Just like crummy New Year's day, there is no big wowing magic when Valentine's is on display. Should do things waaaay more than once a year not just when commercialized idiots give you ads to see and hear. I could be more crass but today I'm trying to be a more loveable little rhyming ass.Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.