The Cupid's Arrow

This poem is dumb.  I don't like it.  Okay.  Well.  I like parts of it, and some of the words in it.  But I don't like all of it.

The Cupid's Arrow

Thrice has the cupid's arrow struck my heart.

One can't tell if fate had a hand

Or if cupid's got some devious plan

I don't know who to choose

The tall one with a sweet smile

Or the short one with his own style

And then there's the one who seems out of reach

What's a girl to do with herself

When Cupid's taken her heart off the shelf?

(1998)