A Norveegian Valentime Ode….by Grant Peterson

Lena vinked at Ole as she sat in her rocking schair
She said, “Yew know my sweetie, Valentine’s Nite is almost here.

Ole twitched and twittered, kinda wrinkled up his nose,
Cause Valentine’s nite is speshul, as every Norskie knows.

He smiled kinda “sin-fully”, but also shed a tear,
He knew this speshule nite vas “de final of de year”.

He closed his eyes and liked his lips, and thought of Valentines past,
Oh my, he thought, if deres yust some vay to make this night last and last

His mind vent back to last year, and how Lena looked so sveet.
Her “Sunday best” her hair fixed up as she served his “Valentine Treat”

He himself had shaved det day, put on his new flannel shirt.
Ven Lena saw him she blushed and said..”Yew old romantic flirt”.

And so yew see, on Valentine’s nite, when Norskie couples meet—
De nite iss very romantic, but also bitter-sweet.

Dey know it’ll be October, til a nite like dis agin…
Chilled aquavite, the lantern low…and butter on dere chin.

Why Valentine’s nite is better-sweet?…Yew vant to know de reason ?
It’s de final nite for lutefisk----until de next fall season.

So if yew vant to woo your love and be year-round vinners…
Don’t buy no fancy roses…instead get frozen lutefisk dinners.

Den the love de warmth, the rich aroma too…
Is something to enjoy, every veek…de whole year thru.



Glædelig Valentines til deres….