I remember that Valentine's Day
When he brought for me the reddest rose
And I an awkward, silly teen
Looked aghast - flared my nose
And ran around the bus - alarmed
With him behind flaying his arm.
And around the bus we both did go
He behind and I ahead
In his hand the reddest rose
And I with a face just as red -
While the driver looked like the God of thunder
And people stared in quaint wonder.
Till I slowed and he bellowed
"What's with the running?
At least say, 'Hello!'"
(Not sure why I ran around the bus)