A poem written for The Bard’s Hall contest.
Dearest Cupid you think you’re smart
Firing darts in someone’s heart.
You aren’t aware you’re such a fool
A stupid Cupid who knows not the rule.
So put on some clothes, don’t flash your ass,
Go on a diet, at least show some class.
Get with the times, check out Tinder
Folks don’t need you to light up that cinder.
They don’t wait for their hearts to be struck
Rely on you for their pairing luck.
No one is waiting for your arrival
Or depend on you for love’s survival
Just a swipe to left or right
Ensures an afternoon’s delight
So why don’t you take this kind advice?
Think once or twice or even thrice.
It’s time at last to be retired
Your service is no more required.