Love, Barry

You can call me Cupid,

Spreading lots of stupid,

And may my arrow ever fly true.

Your nation's under my spell.

I've fouled the wishing well.

Happy Valentine's from me to you.

Sometime in November

I hope that you remember

Socialism's rule is quite benign.

Though we are in arrears,

I need just four more years.
I so still want to be your Valentine.