He Cast an Arrow in the Air

So where does Cupid go for fun
now that Valentine‘s Day is done?
It may sound strange, but he likes sand,
so he abides in coastal land.

He likes to bask along the bay
content and coy from day to day.
A smile comes to his facade
when he thinks of a reel and rod.

Though real to him is heartfelt barb
as he arrives in cherub garb.
He feels the lure to fly above,
but now the beaches are his love.

It baits him, then, to spend the year
where water and the land appear.
Yet as he does he thinks on back
to how he righted what was slack.

Throughout the year he toes the line
by keeping arrows tied with twine.
Then up and down the beach he’ll flow
collecting seashells on the go.

But skimming sand is not enough
for this pubescent powder puff.
He’ll often cast an eager eye
towards the sea when he is nigh.

One day each year he comes on by
to urge...ahem...and rouse the fly.
But when he’s done with our amour,
he seeks the beach for fish and more.

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