Poem: Love Is In The Air

 If Cupid flies through certain zones
He’d best watch out for killer drones
The message they send isn’t love
But rather death from high above

A military strategy
On which so many disagree
Let’s clear the air when Cupid flies
And try this plan for compromise

Suppose the government designs
Drones that could fire Valentines
Instead of blasting body parts
Each bomb releases bright red hearts

Fine perfume from the South of France
Rose petals, chocolates, silk underpants
And a potent dose of Viagra mist
Should disarm any terrorists

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