Magical, beautiful, calm, & pure,
Strong legs & horn that cure,
That’s how unicorns are meant to be,
But I’m kinda different and very very lazy.
It’s an innate behavior they say,
For unicorns to keep poisons at bay,
But this century is a lot harder,
Than those seen by my ancestors.
Oceans, rivers, lakes, and ponds,
All are polluted beyond bounds,
How can one single Unicorn,
Make all that mess gone?
Then, there are diseases to cure,
But where do I start? I’m not sure.
So, I go around pooping rainbows,
While scientists run my show.
Then, there are nasty paleontologists,
And super cunning archeologists,
Digging up my mother’s grave,
I’ve got secrets to save.
And the list goes on and on,
With never-ending chores,
Phew! I’m taking a long nice nap,
Before the world ends, give me a tap.
For NaPoWriMo Day 9. An unsual to-do list.
