DWP - cupid

The quiver of bows came crashing down the floor
Pouting his lips, Cupid kicked closed the door
Venus looked back and had a pretty smile
At her little man she hasn’t seen in a while.

“Why, my son, what’s the matter now?”
“It’s Psyche, the bitch, we just had a row.”
“Oh, Mighty Jupiter! Is my prayer finally heard?”
“Please turn the little whore into an ugly bird!”