Brrr...brrr...brrr...brrr.
It was Saint Valentine on dies Saturni
And my auris was weary
Of the sweet unpleasant music:
And you were cutting and saving a life
With your scalpel, specula, clamp and retractor,
And I rang you up the umpteenth time:
But you left your brain in a syringe

Then, it was me and my solitary V-DAY.
Cold! Lonely! Bore! Loveless, no love-free!
Valentine Useless! Saturn's Day Use-free!
My expensive roses go limp and into extinction
You were absent from my soul
Because you wield a sphygmomanometre

Now, today - Day of the sun
You're blowing up my auris
Grande Valse envelopes my scriptorium
Sorry I can't take the call.
I'm busy. But I still love you.
I'm busy - Searching and Researching and Writing.
I'm busy - My pen is my life.

Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!
Grande Valse is dissuading - I don't want to talk
I have a date with Chimamanda and
The beautiful Scarpetta on Moon's Day.
Stop dialing! Call back! Sorry! I'm busy!
I left my senses in the library
And I won't remember in eons.

Go back to the theatre,
I'm busy - But I still love you.
Stop breaking up on me
I've got a date with Dame Dorothy James
Don't dial! You're making me sick!
Stop the Grande Valse!
Stop! Don't dial!
Don't!