Saturday, January 28, 2017


We Had To Let the Unicorn Go

It kept poking its horn
Where it didn't belong
It asked where it was
Before it was born

It frightened the horses
It was stuck in a rut
No mare wants to bear
A foal that can cut

Grown in a test tube
That was the last straw
We couldn't eat it
It stuck in our craw

GMO we don't like
A product of science
Suspicious by nature
We said: take a hike.

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