I was walking along, humming a song
And trying hard not to look stupid.
When you wandered by, quite catching my eye,
And that of a rumor named Cupid.
As I turned my head back, I felt a sharp "thwak"!
For an arrow had pierced through my breast.
I looked back to see who was shooting at me,
"That little winged fellow" I guessed.
The arrow passed through, so I looked back for you. To discover if you too had been hit.
To my great surprise, you had stars in your eyes
and I knew this was finally it.
We just gazed at each other, in the sight of another (Cupid).The fire of our love fully stoked.
When Cupid piped in, with a devilish grin.
"With one arrow were both of you poked!"
His boasting was just, as we, filled with lust
after what we beheld with our eyes.
That archer petite, accomplished his feat.
Not knowing he still held the prize.
Together we jumped. Poor Cupid he thumped,
on the ground, which is hard, as you know.
Then WE took away, his quiver that day
And ran off with his beautiful bow.
BUT BOY WAS IT A BEAUTIFUL BOW!
Thought I would pass on the Valentine's message that Mr. Stickman wrote for me and now for a few words of my own....You have all heard of "The Rest of the Story.....right?
Not a purdier bow did exist, and we couldn't resist, just firing off a few shots...
He gave me first dibs and a nudge in the ribs when we came up on that big buck. I drew back the bow and what do you know...my arrow let fly and it stuck. I told him, "it's my skill, and the strength of my will, and not, as he claimed, just dumb luck!
I passed that bow on to him and boy did he grin when he tested her draw and her might.
When a rustlin he heard, thought it could be a bird, a Turkey to sup on tonight!
Now he said to keep still, and he went in for the kill, quietly as he was able.
When all the sudden I heard a great shout and some words... that my sweatheart won't normally speak. And when he came near, the reason was clear, the scent was not for the meek.
Yes a skunk he hat met, it had been startled, I bet, by that guy and his beautimous bow! Now he wears that skunk on his dome, to cover the chrome, as on with our tale we go.
Well that bow was a beaut and boy did she shoot, but one small bit of trouble we did yet encounter! The smell did not die, and my hubby and I, could just not stand to be 'round her!
So back to Cupid she went, and took with her that scent, that seemed like it always would stay. But, oh I digress, Cupid's shot was the best and together forever we'll stay.
Topic: Cupid's Shot - A tradgang lovestory (Read 497 times)
