if you see them, run a-way

Unicorns,

Their heads adorned,

With pointy, spiraling tusks,

Often walk

With chicken stock—

"Because," I'm told, "they must."

Merry-maids,

Who serenade,

Their splishy-splashy tails,

Play the drums

On tummy-tums,

Avoiding injured scales.

Yeti-squirrels,

Wearing pearls,

Never eat potatoes

They go to flicks

& wink at chicks,

Feeding them tomatoes.

Unicorns,

Merry-maids,

& Yeti-squirrel mirages,

Just exist

In perfumed mists

& live inside garages.

They litter minds

& orange peel rinds,

Causing palpitations.

Closing schools

& indoor pools,

All across the nation.

So if you see

These twiddle-dees,

Run the other way.

Otherwise

You'll hurt your eyes,

& end up just like me.