Storage for Unicorns

Inspired by my kids and a weird sign at the local store-n-lock

The store-n-lock down the street

has generously agreed to store

my unicorn for free.

Good thing; I didn't know

how I was going to keep him otherwise.

 

Though his burps smelled of lemon zest

and his farts of sunshine,

they left trails of fairy dust

on the carpet that I was tired of vacuuming,

and the noise disturbed the neighbors.

And as for his habit of sharpening

his horn on the cat. . .

Well, you get the picture.

 

So, I'll buy a bale of alfalfa hay

and find a virgin to lead him

to the store-n-lock down the street

that has agreed to store

my unicorn for free.

Reviews

[W.k.kortas]

Virgins, farts of sunshine, and the real and fanstasy worlds playing together like it was second nature. Fun and finely crafted stuff.

[Cdnsurfer]

Ha ha! Kristan! Loved it. I see you haven't lost your wit, though you seem to be blurring the line, adeptly, between reality and, well, the "other" reality. Sometimes we have to put such things away, until we need it again - but not so far away so as to lose the fun of it. Cheers my long lost friend. Rob

[Blue Bard]

What happens to dreams when life intrudes? I guess they go into storage. Wry, dry wit. Well done.