Cupid

Every year at Halloween

Cupid felt out of sorts

With his wussy bow’n arrow

And silly little diaper-type shorts

 

This year he wanted to change

He bought fangs and sharp claws

A black cape instead of white diapers

And great bat wings to help his cause

 

When night came, he grabbed his pitch fork

But only one wing would operate

His black cape ripped on a big toe claw

And his evil eyes wouldn’t dilate

 

The pitch fork lodged in a tender spot

Trying to fend off a dogbite

Realizing, it was easier just mending hearts

He lost his Halloween appetite

 

With his efforts badly wanting

Finding horror much too daunting

He’s cancelled out on Halloween haunting

And has gone back to Valentine jaunting

 

 

Author's Note

I believe he has a devil costume for sale/or free

Reviews

[M.E.Lyle]

Ha,ha,ha. I love this stuff. Sometimes you are what you are, and the rest is just bull.

[Pestonjee]

This is a cool story with a happy ending. Cupid went back to being his self. I only wish he could donate the cape to me. I'm longing to play the devil.

[Dave Brown]

Cupid19 is playing the devil this year
Maybe next year????.................
Who knows
Crazy world