Winter Sport Hlm
Cupid’s Winter sport
his spanking new quiver’s full
his aim’s a bit low
Miss Mary’d be happy with dough
but shot by a bum with a bow.
She married a poor
man, scrubs his dirt floor,
because of one single arrow.
If Cupid puts his quiver away,
then who’s to blame for poor choices?
1/31/2022
Charlie Hai-Lim-Ku Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Charles Messina
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