Ingratitude

Last night young Cupid lost his way,
And came to me to find it.
He’d been a truant all the day,
But didn’t seem to mind it.

I put him in a hansom then
For home, and feed the cabby;
But my reward was what most men
Would call extremely shabby.

He got his bow and arrows out,
And pierced my heart, nor tarried,
But drove away ere I could shout,
“Great Heavens, Cupe, I’m married!”