I shot an arrow into the air
It fell to earth I knew not where
But, soon after I came to find
A nagging pain in my behind
I turned quite unable to see
If the arrow impaled in me
But, from a distance, laughs grew fast
My friends became a roaring cast
I asked them if the arrow wedged
They started to smile; then, they hedged
They did not have the words to say
Nor knew how I’d become that way
I shot the arrow straight ahead
Far from where the spear did embe d
So, how did I come to this rut
Of the arrow lodged in my butt?
To this day, I still do not know
How the arrow shot from my bow
Managed to fly into my rump
Leaving me quite the bitter grump
Maybe a lesson from afar
A message from the highest star
Spoke of how childhood tricks should pass
That, or it said I’m a sore...... ;-)
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