Villanelle's Anyone?

Villanellentine

The magic of a greeting card and rose –

Such sentimental sighings they invoke!

I should not be a cynic, I suppose.

Each year the pile of cardboard refuse grows,

And bouquets send a million suitors broke:

The magic of a greeting card and rose.

Bad poetry will fall to all-time lows,

And clichés will make sobbing women choke –

I should not be a cynic, I suppose.

A sniff will risk a prick in tender nose,

But all trespasses disappear like smoke:

The magic of a greeting card and rose.

Abandonment of common sense just shows

That romance is a sad and sorry joke –

I should not be a cynic, I suppose.

In every bed a man so sweetly throws

His leg across his woman for a poke:

The magic of a greeting card and rose –

I should not be a cynic, I suppose.

Nah, I hate villanelles, I just write them because I'm too lazy to slit my wrists.