(end for those who can read and rhyme between the lines)
Saint Valentine walked,
Suddenly he matured the grain,
It's got heels sticking in it...
In February, rye? God!
Something's not right here.
It's against nature!
From the planet of the Beginning
The grain grows in the summer!
– Have you sinned in the winter?!
It's summertime time,
to play with life.
I'll give you a 100 horns for that!
– Though you are holy—
The young man cut himself off—
You're confusing the continents.
Here are the antipodes.
...
Gone, Valentine,
debauched,
matured behind the bend
The home is renovated.
– You celebrate with work –
the mason –
In this corrupt planet
It seldom happens anymore.
– Everything has its time. –
The bricklayer came off the ladder.
– I'll play tonight,
I do plaster at work.
I won't be able to watch,
Yours will be the fault,
I'll tell my uncle:
From Valentine's... pig.
