Mishap

Once I was walking in the country at night

and met a young lad out there:

he had a rifle in his hand

and aimed it at me, full of menace.

I ran at him - I was so angry -

ran at him in full rage,

but the saucy lad let loose

and I fell on my nose.

He laughed in my face

for having shot me;

Cupid was this little creature -

and that has annoyed me to no end.