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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.”

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Here’s some whimsical fun. Grinning unicorn and guy with eyepatch. Nuff said?

The whimsical words to the acrostic:

O don’t fuss don’t bother if it’s bee ay ess eye cee

Rigmarole and rigidness can soon uncalm a sea

Dice are tossed with some decisions darers then go far

Explanations pale before the red meat flipped and charred

Roasted flesh attenuates extenuated swards

Some public place in the murky-memoried past I was looking at some small plastic animals and did a quick sketch of one of them. Today I picked up where I left off, and eventually unicornized the creature, and wrote the acrostic to be just as weird as the equine beast that stood on it.

About “ecch”: the word, an interjection of disgust implying nausea, was popularized by MAD Magazine, my childhood-favorite source of humor, in the 60s and early 70s. The word was appropriated by Stan Lee in his dismissive reference to competing comic books when he was running Marvel Comics back in the day. At the time the term “Brand X” was used generically to deride schlock merchandise. Stan called comic publications who were trying unsuccessfully to mimic Marvel Comics “Brand Ecch.” And in a true Worm-of-Ouroboros later move, Stan launched a new satire comic called “Not Brand Ecch” whose satirical style was modeled on…MAD Magazine. There was even a mascottish guy called Irving Forbush à la Alfred E. Neuman.

Perhaps this is too much information, but now you know the genesis of “Ecch Wean,” which puns Equine.

Ecch Wean

Even magic zebras know

Curiosity’s a foe

Creatures Gestate till they’re Born–

A Human craves a Unicorn.