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The Death Of Romance (a.k.a. Whacking The Winged-Cherub)
by Terry OlynikI saw Cupid in the air,
I shot him through the head.
Where he lands I do not care,
As long as he is dead. 02/13/2008 Author's Note: Annual Valentine's Day tribute.
Posted on 02/13/2008
Copyright © 2025 Terry Olynik
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Keith McFarlane on 02/13/08 at 04:11 PM Too funny...I can't count the number of times I've had to whack the winged cherub on Valentine's Day... |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 02/13/08 at 05:03 PM *guffaws* At least he was in the air trying to do something when you whacked him. He was passed out, drunk as a skunk on my watch and draped over my mailbox. Both red and the white balloons deflated and nasty, but I did notice what looked like a nice new rose tattoo on his cheek. No valentines cards for me, apparently. Think I'll brew some coffee and go wake him up. Send him back to the shop, he's still got time... Going in my favorites. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 02/13/08 at 08:31 PM That'll teach to go shooting his arrows into us. Nice shot! Got him on the wing. Nice write. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 02/13/08 at 09:17 PM bwahahahhahahahahaa!!! |
| Posted by Paganini Jones on 02/13/08 at 11:36 PM Such wanton violence on this most important of days. I'm shocked. (but not very :D ) |
| Posted by Jennifer Ragan on 02/17/08 at 10:43 PM Funny Stuff! |
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