When the stupid Cupid came in my way
with bow and arrow, and began to say
"For the loneliness of yours, I have the cure:
a love for you, sweet and pure."
I said, "What kind of angel are you?
Why don't you look for something else to do?
You shoot people, play with their lives
to give them love, which is only strife;
I wonder how fun it must be
to play with other's feelings for pure vanity.
Then, next time you come in my way,
you mind your business, and go away!"
He stared perplexed. What to do, he didn't know.
Then I've stolen the bow and the arrows.