Thanks to Southern snow, I’ve been housebound for a good twenty-four hours. I’m stir crazy, so on this day of love, I find myself writing poetry about the longings of Sasquatch.
It is a bizarre thing to ponder on Valentine’s Day, I know. This is what happens when I become a shut-in. But I love all of you. LOVE, LOVE, LOVE all of you!
Roses are red Violets are blue Somewhere in a snowy wood Sits a Sasquatch thinking of you She longs for a peanut butter bar to share with a beau To go wood knockin’ with someone that makes her heart swoon But all she gets on this sainted eve Is a cold stump and a night full of moon Then, she hears her beloved howl from afar She lets her heart follow the sound of the clamor As she gaits in the direction of the call She realizes it is some hat-wearing humanoid with a thermal imaging camera Sasquatch pauses for moment before saying in her head, “Take a infrared Valentine selfie, stupid human, I’m going back to bed." - For Robartes