Cupid’s cold darts will draw real blood;
a less welcome part of his fame:
for recall Bobbit's wife, with a cut of the knife,
made an ungainly play on his name.
Cleo herself put her asp on the line
while Tony, her man, spilled his guts,
Donner's girl grew thinner when he had her for dinner,
and whose heart was more jarred than King Tut's?
Van Gogh's love letters showed he'd a kind ear,
even Salomé's got her ahead...
But when, with this band, I ask for your hand,
please don't give me the finger instead.
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