An Alien's Valentine

Come be my Valentine
And make me dance with joy;
I'll give you babies, one, two, three,
A girl, an alien, and a boy.

Don't be so very nervous!
Relax, unwind, be cool!
With an IQ like an asteroid
I'm hardly your average fool.

You may think me presumptuous
But I haven't yet begun,
My astronomical fantasies
Are sexy and they're fun.

So be my Valentine
And make me dance with joy,
The stars are advantageous,
Come on now, don't be coy!

poem by John Thorkild Ellison
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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