"I feel like a horse
with a cone tied to its forehead,
talking to a unicorn.
Sometimes I'm too nervous to say, gorgeous,
so I say, great.
You look great in that unicorn outfit.
When really, what I should've said was,
let's run across fields jumping fence after fence
until we collapse,
pressing together our glowing hooves,
you gorgeous beast!
Or maybe I should just take this silly cone off my forehead,
look you in those big unicorn eyes,
lick your snout
and see what happens."
One of my favorite poems that I need to find the source to.
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