Cupid Cupid

Cupid, Cupid, cherubic sprite Do you feel at all contrite To fire your bow at only one Then fly away and say, "I'm done!" Cupid, Cupid, do you delight To set a single dart in flight So one can pine, the other run Is that your impish way of fun? Cupid, Cupid, who do you serve That tolerates such childish nerve Does God or Satan have your oath? Personally........Methinks its both! Timothy I. Brumley