6 June 2012
I bet there are things you do not know, About the beast that is white as snow, Yes, she has a horn upon her head, But also a mounting dislike of brown bread...
She's a funny fantasy, Often running around in ecstasy, Just because of a little blue butterfly, Whispered "hello" as it fluttered by, Sending her on one hell of a natural high...
A unicorn, a guardian of nature, (FYI, that's a job quite major) Smaller than your average horse, But don't dare compare her to that of course! For her hooves are cloven, Not together or woven, A tail of a lion not a pony, She is also a big fan of macaroni...
But I digress... And forget to mention she will win any game of chess, She's actually quite in to betting, And often can be found at the dogs, Standing out on the decking, She'll whiny and snort, But then shockingly retort, That admiring her fair appearance, Is not covered in her policy insurance...
That horn is not made of bone or hair, Only a singlet, and rarely a pair, (Duocorn's are really quite rare...) And despite being a multimillionaire, A unicorn really does care, Because its horn of not-hair, Is ever so useful in picking pears...
A unicorn's magic is something out of this world, If you saw it, it would be all gnarled, Swirled, Curled, Twirled, And unfurled, Unicorn Magic is made of crushed sea shells, Grown in a under-sea glass house full of ringing bells, Which are then thrown down moss-coated wells, And covered in forest-y spells, Hopefully turning the colour of green past-els...
But the greatest unicorn secret of all, Was first discovered in Montreal, When I was on a pub crawl, And happened to peek over a wall, Only to discover, Unicorn football...?!
Unicorn Secrets • Opuss № I