VD

Monsieur is drawing on the window:
Hot pink hearts and lipstick kisses,
With red Da Hong Pao burning through.
The message board chants LO E, LO E, LO E;
The magnetic Vs have called in sick,
And Ys make awful substitutes.
Cupid's Rout is fast upon us;
Ya better get steady, you lonesome lunks,
Either grab you a partner or despair.
This year, it's a literal masquerade:
Everyone is in disguise,
All orifices must be draped,
Except when sipping a strawless pint.
What's that you said? I cant quite hear
Through the muddle of your muffling shroud.
If only finger-signs were "in,"
Or texting didn't require a number,
I'd tell you that you're very nice,
And that I think you're kinda cute,
If only I could see your face!
What's that you said? Oh, my mistake . . .
I could have sworn you spoke to me.