Tortured Foxes? No, Just a Tortured Metaphor Involving Foxes.

I was racking my brain today. I thought I was wracking it, but I checked, and no, it's racked. Totally.
So, anyway, I was trying to come up with something cute for Valentines Day. I got something sort of Ambrose Bierce-ish: If someone falls in love, are they suffering from cupidity?
I tried to parody the "Roses are red," thing, but it wasn't as easy as I thought.
I had,
Roses are red.
Hemp is unlawful.
The things that you said,
Made me feel awful.
but that wasn't what I was going for. I was playing with
Roses are red (like a stop sign)
Violets are blue (because they're sad)
Sugar is sweet (and fattening)
but that was just pathetic,

Then, like foxes with their tails tied together on fire, rushing through a field, I realized that two and a half years from today, I will be eligible to retire. Of course, Karen says I can't retire till I get a hobby, but still, being eligible to retire just sounds liberating.
I talked for awhile about learning to keep bees. A friend scared me for a minute when she said that they always die in the winter, but it turned out that she meant the bees, not their keepers. I couldn't see getting sentimental about a bunch of bugs, but then I wasn't sure that was a real beekeeper attitude. So, any suggestions?