Padded (Valentine’s) card

On the eve of Valentine’s nothing says true love like a late-delivery  post-pub card

Tripping out the pub, last orders, Valentine’s
Beery-breath, ketchup on tie and undone fly
She won’t have waited up. He’s still got designs
Scrawls ‘luv’ with a bookie’s biro. Decent try
He slots the padded card under her pillow
She keeps her eyes shut, pretends to be asleep
He prods. She stirs as outside it turns to snow
They snuggle up, spoons. She laughs: You’re mine to keep?!’

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