Please, Mr. Cupid

Please, Mr. Cupid

Please, Mr. Cupid,
please don't get polluted,
please don't get drunk
and lock your arrows in a trunk.

Please aim your magic dart
at my beloved's heart,
and please don't make her fart
because it will cause a spark.

A spark that will ignite,
a fire so hot and bright
that it will burn down
the entire town.

So, please, Mr. Cupid,
please don't leave your arrows unguided,
or I will have to launch you into space
far away from the human race.

There you can shoot your arrows at Mars,
or the distant stars.
In space you can be polluted,
there you can be yourself, Mr. Cupid.

Word Count: 20
Form: Quatrain stanzas rhyming aabb ccdd eeff aagg hhaa