a week of v-day: smitten

a week long ode to that wily rascal, cupid

From orkposters.com via Street Anatomy.

Jam Tart

--W.H. Auden

I'm a jam tart, I'm a bargain basement, 

I'm a work of art, I'm a magic casement, 

A coal cellar, an umbrella, a sewing machine, 

A radio, a hymn book, an old french bean, 

I don't know what I am, 

You've cast a spell on me. 

I'm a dog's nose, I'm Sir Humphrey Davy, 

I'm a Christmas rose, I'm the British Navy, 

A motor, a bloater, a charcoal grill, 

An octopus, a towpath, Hindenburg's will, 

A villiage fair, a maiden's prayer, the BBC, a pram – 

I don't know what I am, 

You've cast a spell on me. 

I'm a salmon, I'm a starting pistol, 

I'm backgammon, I'm the Port of Bristol. 

A Times leader, a child's feeder, an aspirin, 

The Ritz Hotel, a boy scout, the wages of sin, 

A shaving brush, a schoolgirl's crush, the letter B, a ham – 

I don't know what I am, 

You've cast a spell on me. 

I'm an off–break, I'm a clump of beeches, 

I'm a tummy ache, I'm Mussolini's speeches, 

I'm Balmoral, I'm a sorrel mare, I'm a tug 

A cigarette, an organ, a big bed–bug 

A traffic sign, a rubber mine, a coffee tree, O damn – 

I don't know what I am, 

You've cast a spell on me.