I expressed some of my less than positive sentiments about Valentine’s Day last year (See Post #429), so there’s no need to further elaborate. I do like the fact that the day is all about silly love poems, and I enjoy writing poetry.

Fortunately, I get two attempts to get Valentine’s Day right, starting with the 20th anniversary of our first “date.” We celebrated last week and I presented her with a traditional Limoges Box gift, including a poem. She did not like the fox character that I selected, insisting that I had already bought her one a few years ago. No problem… I sent it back and got a prompt replacement just in time for Valentine’s Day.

I hope tonight goes better. As a precaution, I had her select a few options prior to placing my order. She chose the Texas capitol building, a pair of raccoons, and a martini glass. I thought the most “romantic” option was the raccoon Limoges, rekindling some childhood memories of her unusual pets.

My wife grew up around Lake Manitou, and was always surrounded by dogs, cats, and even raccoons as precious pets. I’ve often said that if I get a second chance to come back to this world, I would want it to be as one of her pets since she treats them so well. I wrote this silly poem to accompany the make-good raccoon Limoges, as my second attempt to make Valentine’s Day special this year.

Raccoon Love

“Take back the FOX,
And don’t buy more.
I have one already,
It’s raccoons I adore.”

A porcelain make-good,
For Valentine’s Day.
This pair can now play,
While the fox is away.

Childhood memories,
Of Lake Manitou.
Of all the raccoons,
You once got to know.

To go with your Zebra,
It’s Rochester Raccoon.
Unlike cousin Rocky,
There’s no Beatles tune.

The baby is Bandit,
What better name?
I understand yours,
Were really quite tame.

Some raccoons are famous,
Rocket’s a movie star.
A Guardian like Chris,
From a Galaxy afar.

Roni was the mascot,
Of the Winter Games.
Ranger Rick of the comics,
Are other raccoon names.

You don’t want to hear,
Some call them “Coons.”
And wear a fur cap,
Like Daniel Boone’s.

With sharp little claws,
And tiny little hands.
Clearly distinctive with,
Black and brown bands.

Curious creatures,
With eyes that glow.
And they can be sneaky,
As you well know.

These were your pets,
As you were growing up.
To feed, train, and love,
Just like any pup.

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