Someone said...

A contest has been set up on AOL by 1-800-Flowers.

To enter, simply write a brief poem of 20 lines or less explaining why your loved one's heart belongs to you. Include how you met your loved one. Was it on-line? Was it at work? Was it at a social function? The poems should also include the wackiest thing ever done for them "in the name of love."

Warning! Do not read this poem! You will probably regret it (as will I).

My loved one's heart belongs to me,
not worshiped from afar,
but right here sitting close to me -
I keep it in a jar.

We met at Hollywood and Vine,
She saved me from a cop
About to take me off to jail
After I failed to come to a stop,

For when he ran the license check,
They said to haul me in,
"That Dahlmer guy is quite insane -
He ate someone again."

She whacked the cop and knocked him out
(Though he was rather tough)
And we cooked him up and shared a meal
(But he wasn't done enough).

Eventually she tired of me
But I couldn't let her split;
My lover's heart is all that's left -
The rest went on the spit.

Last updated: 24 February 1996

Copyright 1995 Miles O'Neal, Austin, TX. All rights reserved.

Miles O'Neal <> [remove the "XYZZY." to make things work!] c/o RNN / 1705 Oak Forest Dr / Round Rock, TX / 78681-1514