By B.K.
Date: 2007 Jan 26
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Stupid Cupid Stop Picking On Me

Oh white winged warrior
With your laser tipped arrows
Heating my bones
Sharps into the marrow
When invited you are cherished
My sublimely honored guest
But when the signs say knock
Or ultimately I need rest
Then please heed fair warning
If not I will call in
My red-neck rocket scientist cousin
Who in my Dixie chick and grits honor
Will lob a few cherry bombs
At your fuzzy fickle fingered nest