National Poetry Writing Month 2026, day 20: Unicornucopia

Unicornucopia

I had the horn one frisky day

And risked a kiss with my brisk love

And she freed passion-fashioned play

Of magma deep and stars above.

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A Unicorn appeared before us

And, rearing up, said “Call me Spike.

Because of you, my ten-voice chorus

Hallelujahs. Lust–they like!”

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I blushed, but what with melanin

My flushedness was undetected;

My lass said, “Spike, you’ll do my felon in;

His privacy must be respected.”

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“Well,  heat my hooves and call me Skippy.

Where I come from, we celebrate

Our passion. Sorry! Must be trippy

Having Spike-dude crash your gate.”

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He bowed and from his horn came gushing

Parting gifts by baker’s dozen,

Then, pioof, was gone, and I, still blushing,

Said, “Do you know him??” “Distant cousin.”