~ Boomerang Cupid ~

Cupid was so happy that it finally was Valentine’s Day,
Out into the atmosphere he went on to play.
Pulling one arrow then another from his sack,
Shooting towards his victim, yet always his arrows came back.

Never could Cupid strike his victim in the heart,
No luck did he have in getting a love to start.
One arrow after another, he sent out into the air,
Only to get the arrows in his own BEHIND so fair!

Cupid wanted so much to make a couple find love,
This was the one dream he had been dreaming of.
Yet every arrow he shot into the sky,
Came right back like a boomerang so high.

Standing so close to his victim he knew this time was it,
He pulled back on the string, but guess who got HIT! Another arrow came straight at him in a blur,
Why on earth did this happen to occur?

Would Cupid ever bring happiness with his bow,
A question he asked now for the last year or so.
Always he finds the perfect person to strike,
He shoots the bow, and in a moment it’s his own self screaming YIKE!

Out of his BEHIND he pulls three arrows or more,
Seems Cupid has lost out on Valentine’s like all the years before.