What Kind of Beast Are You
A pink unicorn with buzzards dressed in stylish royal blue
Sashayed into the cow barn of my nemesis, Cindy Lou.
Witches and goblins were giving cow an October hairdo.
There was a loud gasp in the middle of the bovine’s shampoo.
What kind of beast are you? Asked a gargoyle with parley voo.
Quite honestly said the unicorn, I do not have an inkling or a clue.
But I can whistle Dixie fast, and I canter a sweet soft shoe.
They let him stay and marveled at his powerful pigeon coo.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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