Cupid's Quiver Of Arrows Poem by LeeAnn Azzopardi
Cupid's Quiver Of Arrows
He keeps missing yr heart
Though he has had lots of practice through
The centuries
But he keeps missing yr heart
Maybe, he thinks we don't belong together
Or he has bad aim
I don't know
I just think when it comes to yr heart
He loses his nerves
And points to yr ass instead
He never keeps his promise
That he will make you love me
But I never trusted him
So, why am I so angry?
Because I am getting too old
For this crap
And I can't wait for eternity
Oh, my dear friend, I wish his aim were true and that he could find your heart!
A biting and caustic take on one of the most over rated days of the year! I cant say I ever cared for cupid perhaps he's just poor marksman
Didn't I already comment on this before? PH keeps losing my comments! This is one of your funniest poems.
This is a wonderful poem. Many things have been told about this Cupid's arrow but your poem is something different. My pleasure revisiting this excellent poem.
This is one of your best poems.... exceptionally well penned.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/28/2024 11:51:23 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Loved this write! Maybe it was not meant to be funny but a couple of lines had me going. I think we have all had an arrow in the at one time or another. Let's face facts, Cupid has rotten aim. I mean he's just a baby! Take the bow away!