Cupid Pulls Back the Bow
Cupid Pulls Back The Bow
This café I have stopped to dine,
with hopes I’ll meet my Valentine
I’ve seen her here most every day,
just never had the nerve to say
I took my seat at table two
and ordered what I usually do
Then noticed something just not right
my eyes they caught the strangest sight
It sat up there upon a shelf
with wings it looked as if an elf
An arrow held within its hand,
as if it had some evil plan
When then as I sipped on my tea,
I saw his arrow point at me
His one eye closed, the other stared,
by now I’m feeling really scared
Just then she walked into the place,
a perfect smile upon her face
I watched her as she took her seat
to order something good to eat
She motioned me to join her there,
come take a seat, this empty chair
When suddenly from in my eye
I saw his arrow start to fly
I thought real quick, I had to duck,
it missed me, that was my good luck
Then hit the guy at table three
who quickly dropped his cup of tea
Oh boy, the look upon his face
is one my mind can not erase
I made my way to sit with her,
She said, “I am so sorry sir”
“I motioned not for you, you see
but to the man at table three”
He sat right down where she did dine
and said, "Please be my Valentine"
Something had come over him,
his heart was feeling young again
She told him that she felt the same
and was so happy that he came
They kissed as I just walked away,
I felt so stupid on this day
About the place my eyes did look
in every cranny, every nook
And there still sitting on the shelf,
he shrugged his shoulders, did the elf
And at that time I came to know,
don’t duck when cupid pulls the bow
1/5/17
Written for the Cupid Pulls Back The Bow Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Mystic Rose
Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017
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