Cupid is not smiling on Jerome at the moment.
Evil his heart, but honey-sweet his tongue,
No truth in him, the rogue. He is cruel in his play.
Small are his hands, yet his arrows fly far as death.
Tiny his shaft, but it carries heaven-high.
Touch not his treacherous gifts, they are dipped in fire.
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OR,
he's a ditry bastard with a small dick and syphillis.
That's our boy! Or were you speaking about Cupid, Dan?
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