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| − | The gifts the Gods provide are hard to parse<br> | + | The gifts the Gods provide are hard to parse<br /> |
| − | Depending on the God, it’s all a farce<br> | + | Depending on the God, it’s all a farce<br /> |
| − | Like Gods who blessed the Lovers and the Pies<br> | + | Like Gods who blessed the Lovers and the Pies<br /> |
| − | And caused thousands of Crabs to curse the skies<br> | + | And caused thousands of Crabs to curse the skies<br /> |
| − | The Olde One also works in cryptic ways<br> | + | The Olde One also works in cryptic ways<br /> |
| − | But Their actions warrant nothing but our praise<br> | + | But Their actions warrant nothing but our praise<br /> |
| − | Take Valentine Games—they’re neither saint nor sinner<br> | + | Take Valentine Games—they’re neither saint nor sinner<br /> |
| − | Yet earned a hallowed flying peanut dinner<br><br> | + | Yet earned a hallowed flying peanut dinner<br /><br /> |
| − | Valentine was lingering in the field<br> | + | Valentine was lingering in the field<br /> |
| − | Awaiting hits the other team might yield<br> | + | Awaiting hits the other team might yield<br /> |
| − | He squinted and adjusted the bright red<br> | + | He squinted and adjusted the bright red<br /> |
| − | Yarmulke attached upon his head<br> | + | Yarmulke attached upon his head<br /> |
| − | He spotted peanuts raining from the sky<br> | + | He spotted peanuts raining from the sky<br /> |
| − | And afterwards he could not tell you why<br><br> | + | And afterwards he could not tell you why<br /><br /> |
| − | But in his mind he saw a clicking claw<br> | + | But in his mind he saw a clicking claw<br /> |
| − | So carefully he opened up his jaw<br> | + | So carefully he opened up his jaw<br /> |
| − | The taste of peanut was a bit complex<br> | + | The taste of peanut was a bit complex<br /> |
| − | And nervously he pondered the effects<br> | + | And nervously he pondered the effects<br /> |
| − | But soon a warmth enveloped him throughout<br> | + | But soon a warmth enveloped him throughout<br /> |
| − | A ball flew through the air, he caught it out<br> | + | A ball flew through the air, he caught it out<br /> |
| − | For others, peanuts seemed to be a curse<br> | + | For others, peanuts seemed to be a curse<br /> |
| − | But Valentine was given the reverse<br><br> | + | But Valentine was given the reverse<br /><br /> |
| − | For when he ate the peanut he became<br> | + | For when he ate the peanut he became<br /> |
| − | An even greater lover of the game.<br> | + | An even greater lover of the game.<br /> |
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Revision as of 15:55, 29 August 2020
In Literature
Valentine Games is the subject of a poem by Crabs Poet Laureate Runolfio Peeper:
The gifts the Gods provide are hard to parse
Depending on the God, it’s all a farce
Like Gods who blessed the Lovers and the Pies
And caused thousands of Crabs to curse the skies
The Olde One also works in cryptic ways
But Their actions warrant nothing but our praise
Take Valentine Games—they’re neither saint nor sinner
Yet earned a hallowed flying peanut dinner
Valentine was lingering in the field
Awaiting hits the other team might yield
He squinted and adjusted the bright red
Yarmulke attached upon his head
He spotted peanuts raining from the sky
And afterwards he could not tell you why
But in his mind he saw a clicking claw
So carefully he opened up his jaw
The taste of peanut was a bit complex
And nervously he pondered the effects
But soon a warmth enveloped him throughout
A ball flew through the air, he caught it out
For others, peanuts seemed to be a curse
But Valentine was given the reverse
For when he ate the peanut he became
An even greater lover of the game.
