National poetry writing month

National poetry writing month
A month of madness

Friday, 14 February 2020

Cupid gets shot

















I got myself a large net
I bought a lovely spear
To shoot that bloody cupid
If I saw him this year

I saw him from the window
He seemed to have such glee
I saw him load an arrow
And it was aimed at me

This time I was all ready
I aimed for him so high
And speared that little cupid 
when he did fly close by

The little blighter fell down
he gave a great big shout
I knew that he was dying
his feathers all fell out

In my net I caught him
I finished him off nice 
I cooked him for an hour.
And served him up with rice. 





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