Poems of the Week

My X-Treme Valentine

by Bruce McGuffin

“Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come.”Matt Groening

For you I’ll race my snowmobile
And take the risk that it may heel
Until it tips, and when it flips
I’ll end up as a weasel meal.