Hey, Cupid! Are You Blind?
Hey, Cupid! Are You Blind? natures-fury stories
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A funny (I think!) poem on the prompt:mother nature's fury, Cupid, and some glasses...

Hey, Cupid! Are You Blind?

It is told across the land, that Cupid's aim is true,

It is told across the land, that Cupid's aim is true, One touch from a deadly arrow and pleasure comes to you.

It is told across the land, that Cupid's aim is true, One touch from a deadly arrow and pleasure comes to you. But Cupid is a strange one, for though he helps the masses,

It is told across the land, that Cupid's aim is true, One touch from a deadly arrow and pleasure comes to you. But Cupid is a strange one, for though he helps the masses, His aim and arrow are only true if he doesn't forget his glasses!

So it came to be one morning, when I stood admiring the sky,

So it came to be one morning, when I stood admiring the sky, The little short man, on his nose, perched glasses, saw me walking by!

So it came to be one morning, when I stood admiring the sky, The little short man, on his nose, perched glasses, saw me walking by! With one sharp move and a grumbled sigh, he aimed the arrow quickly,

So it came to be one morning, when I stood admiring the sky, The little short man, on his nose, perched glasses, saw me walking by! With one sharp move and a grumbled sigh, he aimed the arrow quickly, Then took a step and dropped on his head, boy, did he look sickly!

After fumbling about to no avail, he stood up from the ground,

After fumbling about to no avail, he stood up from the ground, And looked upon a gnarled tree root that had crept without a sound.

After fumbling about to no avail, he stood up from the ground, And looked upon a gnarled tree root that had crept without a sound. It seemed as if Mother Nature, though sweet, could hold a grudge,

After fumbling about to no avail, he stood up from the ground, And looked upon a gnarled tree root that had crept without a sound. It seemed as if Mother Nature, though sweet, could hold a grudge, Cupid found out the hard way, when he found broken glasses in the sludge!

And as for that stray arrow, well the story does end well,

And as for that stray arrow, well the story does end well, It bounced off a tree or two, and zoomed to put me in its spell.

And as for that stray arrow, well the story does end well, It bounced off a tree or two, and zoomed to put me in its spell. Feeling a sting, I looked up, into the face of my future wife,

And as for that stray arrow, well the story does end well, It bounced off a tree or two, and zoomed to put me in its spell. Feeling a sting, I looked up, into the face of my future wife, We've been married for 7 years, so thanks, Cupid, for my life!

Hahaha a bit of fun with rhyming!

Thanks for reading!

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