I thought it was love
But, when I came to
I had never seen anything pretty
Until I layed eyes on you
To come find out
I had been shot by cupid
When his arrow hit me
It knocked me stupid
I guess, he was shooting for my heart
I had bent over, and he hit my butt
It didn't touch my heart
But made an exit out my gut
It left long cutting marks
As if I had been stabbed there
But don't worry the doc says I'll be fine
For me to watch out for cupid and beware
Tis' to keep out an eye
For ones like crazy cupid
If he shoots you like he did me
You'll surely wake up as stupid
written 2/13/2013 by Norman Hale Jr.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem