Is cupid cross eyed
He's always missing me
Tries to aim at my heart
He hits the nearest tree.
Cupid needs practice
I am the living proof
Last year he flew over
Landed upon my roof
Convinced cupid's blind
Maybe blind as a bat
Watched him one year
He aimed at my cat.
Watching him yearly
Flying right past me
I'm convinced its his eyes
Poor cupid can't see.
I've wrote him and said
It's now me on a mission
Dear cupid get glasses
Go to see an optician.
Mailed him an eye chart
Along with my letter
This year I'm here hoping
His aims getting better.
Hope Smith