That Dreaded Day

It’s coming closer, that dreaded day,
To turn my life upside down,
For the duration of its stay.
Every year it’s always the same
The same old things attached to its name:
She expects me to be romantic,
Give her flowers and chocolates galore,
While I’d be happier if left alone
To play my videogames of zombies and clones.
A candlelit dinner is what she says she needs
Why does she always forget though:
Takeout food is more my speed.
She expects me to get her an expensive gift or two
But when money’s kinda short, what’s a guy to do?
She spends the whole day with a smile on her face
But even one little omission can make me fall from grace.
But in the end it’s useless to complain,
The day is still going to come as always to drive me insane
So I’d better start remembering all she’s said she’s wanted in the past
Because Valentines coming darlin, better be ready and fast.