I bring you to my second grade,
Johnny was his lovely name.
Writing letters never sent,
Waiting for his great present.

Laughing now, looking back
Wasn't funny when my heart went splat.
So here's my story, don't you smile!
It hurt my precious heart awhile.

It's Valentine's Day! I make my cards
I give them to the kids with candy bars
I smile and wait for mine in return,
(When will I ever learn? xD)

Then comes Johnny with a rose,
Coming towards me, I strike a pose.
Just like all the models do
Making my lips look pouty, too.

I start to say, "Why Johnny, could it be?"
But instead he walks right past me.
I stand in awe as he walks up to my bud,
And asks her if she thinks he's a stud

She replies with disgust,
"Ew, get away!"
And that's the story of my worst Valentine's Day