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By poetry editor Godfrey Hardcore

Posted June 19, 2013
Cupid, a poem of love by Godfrey Hardcore
Better watch your tassle on them thorns, mate. Cupid in 1761 yesterday. (Check bottom for credit)

What true poet could ignore the theme of love? Not Godfrey Hardcore, that's for sure.

By Godfrey Hardcore


Don't squat on the pot!

Can I have a packet of Discos

And twenty Bensons, please?

Salt and vinegar, preferably.

Or cheese and onion.

I don't really mind.

Oh, and a Pot Noodle.

Beef and tomato.

Better make that two packs of Discos.

And a Picnic.

I'll give you the cash later.

When me giro comes.

Get us some Polos, yeah?


You're a life saver!

I hate going to that shop.

Actually, that wasn't too bad for you, Godfrey.

You're still shit, mind.

If you think you can do better than that (and let's face it, you probably can), send us a poem or limerick by email or something and we'll run whatever ones we can be arsed to. Possibly. Only original content, mind. No ripping off Byron, OK? You won't get any wedge but if we post up your efforts you'll automatically become a published poet, which will no doubt impress the f--k out of your mates down the coal mine.

See also Fish and Chips, a paean with peas, posted 22/4/13.

Picture credit

Top and thumb: Cupid Shooting a Bow by Charles-André van Loo (1761).

For licensing information click the above link.

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