Disclaimer: Do not own Smallville
Summary:It's Valentines Day. A Clark Kent. A Lois Lane. And a poem.
Author's note: First even one-shot. Out of my depth here. Comments would be nice. Thanks.


Pinocchio's nose


"Come again"

"Lois! Don't make me say it again"

"Oh but I have to Smallville. This is simply priceless"

"I wrote a poem for you okay?!"

"Uh. . . . why?"

"Oh I don't know. This silly thought just popped in my head that maybe writing a poem for my girlfriend on Valentine's Day might be considered romantic?"

"Alright. No need to be so sarcastic. Jeez."

"Well you always did bring out the best in me Lois"

"Ha – Ha- Ha. You're simply hilarious."

"Thank you"

"So. . ."

"So. . .?"

"Are you going to read this 'poem' to me?"

"What's the air quotes for?. . . . . . Wait. . What? Read? I didn't remember mentioning reading my poem to you"

"Well what am I supposed to do?"

"Read it yourself. That's why you have eyes."

"You're such a smartass."

"As I said before-"

"Yeah yeah. Whatever. Read."

"No. I thought we already established that"

"No I actually don't think we did. I want you to read it to me"

"Yeah well, army brats rarely get what they want"

"You know Smallville; this Valentine's Day pretty much sucks so far. And you know why? Because you're being a sucky boyfriend. And you know why you're being a sucky boyfriend?"

"Nope, but I'm sure you're gonna tell me so go ahead."

"Because you won't read me your poem which leads me to believe that you actually didn't write a poem which thenleads me to believe that you were faking it so you could have some tonight. Am I correct?"

"Lois"

"Okay. Fine. So you're too much of a goody two shoes to do that but come on Smallville. Read it to me?. . . . Please?"

"Nope"

"Maybe you might have some tonight if –"

"Lois Lane,

That's your name,

At first I hated you,

Because you reminded me of the flu,

Spreading ill feeling everywhere,

But now you remind me of a bear

Big and cuddly.

Lois Lane,

That's your name,

You're so very pretty

Even though most of the time you're very gritty

You're eyes are pools of brown

Like mud

You're lips are a deep delectable red,

Like a clown's

You're nose is endearingly long,

Like Pinocchio's.

Lois Lane,

That's your name,

One day you're going to do something great,

Maybe own a sun flower state.

Lois Lane,

I love you.

" "

"So what do you think?"

" "

"Lois?"

" "

"Say something. You're starting to scare me"

"Are you freaking shittin' me?"

"Ok. So maybe not the response I was hoping for. So you didn't like the poem?"

"The hell I did! My nose is long like Pinocchio's?!"

"You didn't like that line?"

"Oh yeah, this is the face of someone who looks happy"

"And what is up with the first few lines. I reminded you of the flu?! I spread ill feelings everywhere?! I sound like an incurable disease"

"No. No. I meant that at first I didn't really like you-"

"Yeah I got that part funnily enough."

"Butthen I really started to like you."

"A person who really likes me would definitely not compare my lips to a clown's!"

"I thought that you would really like that because of how much you love circuses."

"Oh Smallville. You're hopeless."

"I'm sorry?"

" "

"Oh God. You're crying!"

" "

"Wait you're laughing. Hey! I poured my heart in this poem"

"I'm sure you did"

"Stop laughing!"

"Get over here you big dumb alien"

"Pfft. I write a poem and this is the thanks I get"

"Oh shut up and kiss me"

" "

"And let's get one thing straight Smallville; I will not own a sun flower state. . . whatever the hell that is."

"Uh huh. Yeah. Sure. Can we get back to the kissing now?"

"One track mi-"

" "

"And Smallville?"

"What now?!"

"I love you too"

"Aaah! This wall really hurts"

"Shut it"

"Gladly"