While I was away for V day, John concocted this poem for yours truly. Get a hankie.
All alone in Glendale, AZ
I think of a girl whose face I can't see.
Whose hair like a feather should tickle my face
While I watch my DVDs about the universe and space.
Oh where oh where has my Danika gone?
Her eyes seem to me like a dream to think on.
And how can I live without her pondering and typing
For hours through the night on her blog for my revising?
Now marooned all alone in this desert landscape,
I have no one to cheer with for Scofield's re-escape.
I can't help but wonder how long I may go
Without washing my hands since Danika won't know!
So no, no, I shall not pout
For the Poopster is crying, she wants to go out.
But why run for the leash and dash for the door
If only to stub a toe over the junk on the floor?
I miss her dazzle, her smile, her "EEEEHHH" and her flatter,
And even the pauses for her ten-second bladder.
I miss her shine, her sparkle, and her grooming so meticulous,
That even the back of her head should look so ridiculous!
So remember this night that though we are distant
And thousands of Februarys have all come and past,
You are my one true dental assistant.
And, though apart, we are together at last.
I love you so much, I think it should be a crime,
So please be my one, my own Valentine.
Love, John