And so he found himself in trouble;
Up on that august lap was yanked
And thoroughly and soundly spanked,
Till Cupid saddened, sobered, sore,
Wished that his wings had sprouted lower.
Dan Cupid then in rage and grief
Straightway set out to find his mother,
Who stitched upon her evening leaf,
(She swore she didn’t have another,
Or, if she had, she still would swear