Oh Cupid
Oh Cupid you chubby little boy,
put down that weapon and go get a toy.
Oh Cupid you chubby little thing,
don't shoot at me, my heart will not sing.
Oh Cupid you chubby little brat,
find someone else to shoot your arrows at.
Oh Cupid you chubby little imp,
you're rubbish at your job, you're a no good pimp.
Oh Cupid do as I said,
or you'll get no supper and go straight to bed.
Copyright © Jenny Brewer | Year Posted 2013
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