"SLAM" CUPID POETRY!

An attempt at deliberately 'bad' poetry.... McGonagall would be proud!

An Earnest Poem Concerning Love’s Afflictions
Wherein the Author Denounces the Winged Infant for His Unseemly Interference in Matters of the Heart

Oh Cupid, thou winged cherub small,
With quiver load'd with love for all,
Who dost flit through skies on high,
Dispensing same to raise lovers' cries.

I see thee floating down alleys dark,
And haunting couples in the park
at end of Royal Mile, past ginnel's end,
Where you lurk, waiting, your disease to send.

What else to call this orig'nal sin?
Its fiery spark I cannae kin,
Thy aim is wild, thy purpose grim,
To bring us low, on childish whim.

Oh Cupid, cease your heartless spree,
Go drop your arrows in the sea,
For lovers' hearts are sore and rent,
Oh how I'd wish you'd go, get bent.

And to others, take heed, I pray,
Of Cupid’s tricks, and games he loves to play,
For better 'tis to mend a sock,
Than be bound to a heart like rock.

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