Sorry to the international readers here, this probably won’t make that much sense, but I had to share it…
Valentine, oh Valentine,
I smaak you stukkend, say you’ll be mine.
You’re my morning, my sunshine, my moon and my stars,
You’re my airfreshener from O.K. Bazaars;
You’re my beaded love-letter, my breeze in the night,
You’re my coffee, my Cremora, my Blitz firelight.
You’re my Crime-Stop, my Tracker, you’re my ADT,
My pap, Mrs Ball’s chutney, my Nando’s for free;
You’re my lambchop, my dewdrop, my partner in crime,
My chillie, my pepper, my vetkoek sublime.
The list is endless and this isn’t all,
You’re my Lotto jackpot, my dop and my zol
You’re my 4X4 when the road is so hilly,
You’re my Floro margarine that butters my mielie.
I smaak you, my poppie, so please be my wife,
’cause, Baby, you’re the Tomato Sauce on the slap chips of life!