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Cupid is (Still) Stupid, Six Years Later

It’s the sixth annual reposting of an instant classic, compliments of my first born (now 15), when he created the masterpiece below as his rendition of a class assignment. He blessed us with a poem that I vowed to re-visit on an annual basis, and it still holds up six years later.

Compliments of Jack, my little boy genius & obvious Casanova-in-training:

“I love you, I love you, I love you so much, if I were a dart frog, I’d give you a touch.
 
If I were a boxer, I’d give you a punch. If you were a sandwich, I’d eat you for lunch.
 
If you were a paper I’d tear you apart. If you were a toy I’d sell you at Wal-Mart.
 
I love you the way a dog loves a cat, I love you the way a ball loves a bat.
 
If love was money, you’d be a nickel. If love was vegetables you’d be a pickle.
 
If you were a sink, I’d give you a clog. If you were a chew toy I’d give you to my dog.
 
I love you, I love you, I love you so much, but if we go together we’ll have to go Dutch.
 
I thought that some day we’d be under the steeple, but I think for now we should see other people.”

(For all you Hallmark representatives out there, I’m claiming copyright privileges – don’t make me come after you.)

The point of the post today? Don’t be fooled by the words, there’s a lot of love under there somewhere.

Happy Valentine’s Day ~

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