Missed

He bought a rose, a valentine
for his valentine.  
He loves her so, his valentine.  
He wrote a poem too, a valentine
for his valentine.  
He loved her so, his valentine.  
She said, keep your valentine !
I’m not your valentine;  
and keep your poem, your valentine,
it’s not my poem I’m not your valentine !
 
“Hmmm, . . .  
“Cupid ! . . . WTF ! . . . excuse my French, but, . . .
who the hell taught you how to shoot !”