I’ll pull off your toenails with rusty pliers,
throw you in the hottest, dirtiest of fires.
Trounce you, I will, till you’re good and dead,
then throw you to the bad dogs, even your head.
Take your brain and singe it for me supper,
add ketchup as a last insult, then dig in to eat.
As I gnaw on your birdy bones, I’ll celebrate,
‘cause Loin of Cupid makes a mighty tasty treat!!
There you lie, arrow in your romantic back,
and t'was me who gave you the final whack!
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A contest entry
- Who Killed Cupid???? by Tattboyspet.
450 points, ended February 14, 2008, 18 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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I am delighted to win silver in this contest. You have great, raunchy pics to feed the imagination. Thanks for your time and effort in putting forth this contest.
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hehe this is such an amazing piece and made me chuckle i love your wording mommy best of luck and hugs
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