For dropping some knowledge.
Valentine’s day approaches, and “Roses are red”-like poems are everywhere. Everything’s been coming up Hamilton in my mind for a while now. Above is my best combination of the two things. Note: Hamilton described the Electoral College as “at least excellent” in Federalist Paper 68.
I’ll spare you most of the others, except:
Roses are red,
Like Hamilton’s blood.
A. Burr, you spilled it!
Your legacy’s crud.
Any other Hamiltonian Valentine poems?