Don't Trust Cupid

A St. Valentine's Day poem

I trusted that sorry danged old Cupid
So here I sit feeling stupid.

I went to court sweet Evelong
With song and roses with stems so long.

When I dumbly began to sing
With derisive laughter she me did sting

She slung the thorned plants at me
And kicked me sharply in the knee.

So here I sit feeling stupid
For trusting that sorry danged old Cupid