Cupid shoots his arrow of love and pretends, He is the embodiment of love while wearing Depends.
Petite Size
February fourteenth is the time of year When broken hearts turn to beer, It's full of nutrients, flavors, and colors And if consumed enough, it causes cheer.
Na-da
Roses are red, and blood is, too, I want to break up with you, boo-hoo.
Getting better
When I said I wanted it to be forever I misspoke while trying to be clever, What I meant was a one-nighter All contact is something I want to sever.
Can I really say that?
Times are tough, and times are hard, Here's your stinky Valentine's Day card.
Has real potential
Cupid's aim always hits its Mark, No one can hide in the light or dark, The best you can do is accept your fate And change your name to Tom or Clarke.
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