Cupid Arrested By the Fun Police
He learnt to fly when he was a child,
Darting throughout the air.
Shooting through crowds, leaving everyone happy,
At the country fair.
Shooting people in their belly, back and their legs,
With his small little love tipped dart.
Leaving them with a crush, a brand new love,
In their beautiful heart.
And then the local fun police arrived,
With insurance to run the carnival.
They saw him, caught him, held him down,
Confiscating his arsenal.
The fair is now safe, no one will be shot,
No loving, no dreams, and no dance.
And today Cupid’s on the airport runway line,
To holiday on the tower in France.
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