Shall I compare thee to an electric scooter?
Thou art slower yet easier to ride:
I don't know why your sister's Facebook is open on the computer,
With excitement's mound uneasy to hide;
Sometimes too fast the scooter does travel,
And the road ahead is often bumpy;
Before my eyes I see my plans unravel,
The night ahead no longer looks humpy;
It's now I see our true love fade,
I'm sorry I could only gift a lump of coal;
But you know my weed farm got busted in the raid,
And it's hard to buy gifts when you're on the dole:
So by this point now, my story must be heard:
Another Valentine's Day; another time dumped by my bird.