I probably had a chance to submit one, but I guess I was so caught up in PageToFame reviewing. Oh well. These are hilariously romantic. I'd so want these in the cards I get.

I don't understand why my submission is not included in the "book"? I thought the competition was still open when I sent mine in. I'm confused, but perhaps it is my misunderstanding. It didn't seem clear to me, where to post one's submission. Maybe I missed some details, and I feel bad if I am not being considered. It's just for laughs, but I thought I had a good entry. :) Thanks.

I hope i do rally wel on my challenge because i did try and this mean everything to me i hope you all like it and if i do not when i will have something to work on

What time? It's 4pm here in South Africa. I can't wait :'D

I was late. Submissions were closed but here it is anyway:

My Dearest Valentine,
I see you every day in the Seven-11
And I think to myself ‘That’s a fine piece of heaven’
I wish to hold you, but my hands must be clean
So I keep some hand sanitizer, incase you answer my dream
Being near you is like a blizzard on Kilimanjaro
I may have to wear my flannel jacket tomorrow
Nothing can keep me from you
I’d be here even if I had scurvy (it’s true)
I love you like I love apple sauce on pork
Please don’t think me corny or a dork
A water buffalo describes me best
Big but I am kind and funny, ready to jest
Though you don’t seem to care
I’ve noticed that when I stare
It is Valentines and I will make myself known
With my money I will make you my own
The moment I have my break at lunch
I’m going to buy you, my hot dog, and have a good munch

Frozen Pang 4 Love Tang

Aboard my trusty little Vespa, o’er icy roads I fly,
Our favorite Seven-11, a snowy blur just whizzing by;
Despite the Valentine’s Day blizzard, lust fuels my excitement;
Yes, I am guilty of Love and must accept the indictment.

Even draped in tattered flannel, I find your form resplendent;
Beneath supple fabric and flesh, your beauty is transcendent;
Like cinnamon-laced applesauce; you’re sweet… and yet so tart;
Like a frenzied water buffalo, you’ve trampled my fragile heart.

Valentine, I confess my addiction to you – I gleefully admit it;
And, in spite of the freezing commute, I have no desire to quit it.
Your love has purified my soul, like scented hand-sanitizer;
I would gladly skip the main course, with you as my “appetizer”.

I would climb the highest peak; I would risk developing scurvy;
Dismount my heart-red scooter, just to mount your body curvy.
Scootering down the turnpike – heart racing, I near your place;
As I regard the great Kilimanjaro – my dream is to kiss your face.

The End ;)

My sweetest Applesauce,
As I stand atop the glorious peaks of Kilimanjaro, my heart descends despite the altitude. It cascades down the rocky cliffs, and my memory follows, taking me to the Valentine's Day we spent together last year. The wasteland I see now reminds me of that night, when the blizzard turned the turnpike into a wild chaos of cars and slush, ruining our romantic getaway. But you, my love, my applesauce, held my hand as I turned the car around, whispering into my ear that all you really wanted was to be with me. We pulled into the 7-11 near our apartment, and I bought you a single chocolate rose from it's fluorescent shelves. We shared a cheap pizza that night and some craft brews, snuggled together in our matching flannels. I would face a herd of stampeding water buffalo to be back in your arms tonight, but the scurvy outbreak has left me stranded in this world, so far away from ours. My body may be in Africa, but my heart is six time zones away, with you.
Forever yours,
Tang

Happy Valentine's Day, Honey.  My BFF saw you at Seven Eleven six a.m. Sunday morning with my worst enemy, the one I warned you away from due to scurvy.  Apparently you two lovebirds bought only three things; applesauce, Tang and hand sanitizer.  I remembered how you like to lick applesauce off of hairy Italian or Greek men that lift weights, so this made sense to me and rang true.  The Tang, apparently, to wash down any disagreeable body fluids.  The hand sanitizer in the event I'm right about him having scurvy, lice and agrilobes.  Agrilobes, of course, being small insects that eat their way into one's blood stream so as to dine on veins and heart tissue.  I know better than to call and ask if  any of this is true.  So I won't, won't call in that you apparently have six of my numbers blocked..  Also cuz every time I ask why you're in Seven Eleven at five a.m. or so with a hairy new muscular dude you say it twas the blizzard from the night.   before.  Forgive me for the tone of this, the bitterness is wearing off thanks to therapy. Happy Valentine's Day.

Nofski

Will you be my valentine?

Seven - 11 where we first met
I just knew that we were gonna be a it
And now i don't wanna throw a fit
Are you gonna ask me out now
Don't wanna be without you

But u made my heart's turnpike turn open
Im like uh oh
ur like the applesauce on my toffee apple
Yeah ur my Tang  and u make me happy
Not even a blizzrad could keep me back
Yeah the Water buffalo can come run me flat
Cus i love you, i wont let you go

my hand- sanitiser when things get dirty and rough
survivng the scurvy and proved that u are tough
And at night when i fall asleep i think of you
That floral dress and flannel makes me remember you..oo

Will you be my valentine?

None really impressing me yet...lol

Great!