No one had ever seen a lovelier, daintier unicorn.
He was the most gracious one who was ever born.
He never bragged about his oversized horn.
Instead, was humble, and made no one forlorn.
He had the manners of a well-bred king of kings.
A knowledge of mystical, magical, powerful ethereal things.
He was a wizard at predicting things that came true
And he was never dour, sad, angry, mean or blue.
We loved this unicorn, and we told him as much.
He appreciated this and shared his magical touch.
He shared his food, his wife, his children and his bed.
Uh-oh, Can I please rewrite that last sentence instead….
Methinks all antediluvian Love was
Whiter than snows atop higher tors;
And with more troth dudes did kiss
Purer maidens for pleasanter bliss.
I deem Art shortly after Noah’s Ark
To have been of better-spun spark;
And bards of far more sublime quill
Did indite with stouter metered skill.
Niftier lines which Columbus hymned,
On virgin voyages to terrains deemed
By soil-tilling mortals uninhabited yet;
Such ditties do dim both fear and fret.
Tighter Calvary Faith as Bunyans
Prisoners fell in Hades' vile plans,
Wet-toweling martyrs' spirits bold,
Felt saltier with truer saints of old.
Daintier Oratory and Polemics alike
Did with indeed finer Lincolns spike;
Notches less finessed minions today,
Such steadily sorrier contrasts betray.
Deer gives me a gentle nod
Stepping daintier than plod
I smile a sweet hello
We do not have far to go
A sharp stick broken warns her
Bolt and gone in October
Autumn day with leaves so fair
Wise coolness in the air
My sweetened temper
Was all due to a little adviser
Some light form, so divine
Instead of giving me wine,
Bid me to be the clandestine
On that same night which seemed darker!
My choice, so daintier,
Was guided by a little singer,
Invisible, in my head, it rocked
The blessed words which I made into my own
So that today I am still alive like the dancer,
Like the charmed One, I am not a mere daydreamer!
Worthy Angelic Power, Sheer Beauty, My Protector,
Guide me for ever, in the dark alleys of this deepwater!
Written on 17 March 2012
Anoucheka Gangabissoon