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Like Gods who blessed the Lovers and the Pies
 
Like Gods who blessed the Lovers and the Pies
 
And caused thousands of Crabs to curse the skies
 
And caused thousands of Crabs to curse the skies
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The Olde One also works in cryptic ways
 
The Olde One also works in cryptic ways
 
But Their actions warrant nothing but our praise
 
But Their actions warrant nothing but our praise
 
Take Valentine Games—they’re neither saint nor sinner
 
Take Valentine Games—they’re neither saint nor sinner
 
Yet earned a hallowed flying peanut dinner
 
Yet earned a hallowed flying peanut dinner
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Valentine was lingering in the field
 
Valentine was lingering in the field
 
Awaiting hits the other team might yield
 
Awaiting hits the other team might yield
 
He squinted and adjusted the bright red
 
He squinted and adjusted the bright red
 
Yarmulke attached upon his head
 
Yarmulke attached upon his head
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He spotted peanuts raining from the sky
 
He spotted peanuts raining from the sky
 
And afterwards he could not tell you why
 
And afterwards he could not tell you why
 
But in his mind he saw a clicking claw
 
But in his mind he saw a clicking claw
 
So carefully he opened up his jaw
 
So carefully he opened up his jaw
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The taste of peanut was a bit complex
 
The taste of peanut was a bit complex
 
And nervously he pondered the effects
 
And nervously he pondered the effects
 
But soon a warmth enveloped him throughout
 
But soon a warmth enveloped him throughout
 
A ball flew through the air, he caught it out
 
A ball flew through the air, he caught it out
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For others, peanuts seemed to be a curse
 
For others, peanuts seemed to be a curse
 
But Valentine was given the reverse
 
But Valentine was given the reverse

Revision as of 19:29, 10 September 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.