Epistle to Cupid

Epistle to Cupid

Cupid, please cease and desist,
shooting your arrows at my heart
your aim is lousy
and you always miss that body part.

Last year you hit my gut and solar plexus,
which cause me distress
when I ate chocolate kiss.

Do not point your poisonous darts
at either me
or my beloved's body parts;
your noxious missiles
only cause thunderous belches
or stinky farts.

Mr. Cupid,
point your lances at someone else,
or store that bow
and those arrows on a shelf.

Do not make me call a lawyer on this matter,
because it will only
make your wallet thinner
and mine fatter.

Line count: 21

Poet's Note: ▼

Form: Epistle https://www.poetryfoundation.org/learn/glossary-terms/epistle
Prompt: SLAM CUPID POETRY!
Written for "The Bard's Hall Contest"  and "~ The Poet's Place Cafe~" .