Written for PoetsPub ( Be Mine - February Contest)
A poem from Cupid's point of view.
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They call me baby wings
Those Olympic nasty bullies
Pinching my chubby cheeks
Thinking my arrows are lollies
I'm not a child I can be wild
My bow and arrows ain't so mild
They prick your butt and you're beguiled
Don't you believe their follies
With an arrow from my mighty bow
I made their parents, well, you know
It's not that easy to hook your beau
Sans the help of this roly-poly
I'm not gonna lie, I've wings of a fly
But the lousy rascals make me cry
My wings ain't hefty I testify
That's why I sport my brolly