It’s the day after Valentine’s and all is fine
The chocolates are eaten and they’ve drank the wine.
The house is quiet there is no one in
Unlike yesterday’s unholy din.
The love had lasted an hour or two
Then the wine got them talking truths as you do
Tempers got fraught and they came to blows
He broke the plates and she cut up his clothes.
She stormed out and he locked the door.
She drove the car through the window to settle the score.
The lawn is in a real mess
Covered in tyre marks and signs of distress.
The bricky and glazer are rubbing their hands
There’s plenty of work for them which is just grand.
This evening he will be home bearing flowers
There might just be peace for a couple of hours.
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