03-19-2015, 04:03 PM
When cupid cruelly shot a man with lead,
he left his Tid Bits and his Sporting Times.
These are the profuse bleedings of his gut,
that left him so enameled and arcane.
He could be placed in the New Yorker
as a man in black in white, clutching
to his mystical sombrero
wringing it to limpness with his tears.
The caption just below his drooping head
would then be left for readers to describe
I now present their favorite entry
for the curiosity of your perusal:
his love was like the dropping of a ball.
he left his Tid Bits and his Sporting Times.
These are the profuse bleedings of his gut,
that left him so enameled and arcane.
He could be placed in the New Yorker
as a man in black in white, clutching
to his mystical sombrero
wringing it to limpness with his tears.
The caption just below his drooping head
would then be left for readers to describe
I now present their favorite entry
for the curiosity of your perusal:
his love was like the dropping of a ball.