Here's to Cupid,
for not leaving out
lovers stupid.
Give a toast to stupid,
for embracing Cupid.
Some make it,
many fake it,
hardly any forsake it.
In the white house,
certainly wasn't
the right house.
He did not have
sexual relations,
lied during his first explanations.
The first lady
didn't divorce,
remaining was
her choice.
Broken arrow,
love birds sparrow,
love involves sorrow,
but there's a
worse horrow.
Never to love at all,
refusing to answer
Cupids call.
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As always, your poems make me think. Very well done; bravo!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Always love your choice of words my friend.
WOW!!! somebody put is foot on a tumb-tack going out of bed.
Resept: Tell the missus you need a little sugar.
As for Cupido...tell him to keep his damn arrows for himself.
Oh, the poem?
Very nice, as always.
Georg