A Valentine's collection on what love means to our students
painting by Keatyn Wuest
it’s valentine’s day again
people search for a date
so they don’t go insane
it’s valentines that i hate
never liked it never will
because people frown when i say
that i'd rather spend my day
relaxing in the hay
why? you may inquire
well, it is my pig that i admire
the real valentine i desire
is the one that oinks like a choir
it is valentines that i hate
it is quite rigged
because i cannot spend it
with my pig.
poem by Julia Bateman