The First Limerick of Eros

There once was a man called Eros

He loved to play with his arrows

He'd flitter and fly

And loves he would tie

And chuckled quite oft like a sparrow.

Young master Eros

The sprightly young lad

Counted up quick

All the arrows he had

He flew way up high

Not a care in his head;

Some people need lovin'

Him, laughter instead.

His mother called out

Venus, goddess above

That he should touch Psyche

With his arrows of love

He smiled and flew

To Psyche as bid,

And peered in her window

Yet faltered, and hid

For laying in wait

Was a maiden most fair

And Eros was drawn

To her enter with care

At the prick of his blade

She woke with a start

And startled the arrow

Which nipped Eros' heart

Now darling young Eros

Could never be free

Of the dread spell of love

For untouchable Psyche