UnPoetia:Unicorns

Poetry for people who hate poetry

Unicorns are beautiful things,

For the most part anyway.

But none of them know how to sing,

And some are prostitutes, hookers, or gay.

I met one once, and took her home.

She offered me her service.

Soon, I was shooting foam

All over her cervix.

But then she said a sentence,

That made me get out of bed.

There's a reason I wrote in past tense.

I shot her in the head.

She had asked for monetary payment,

Fifty dollars, to be precise.

I need to hide her body,

And doing it fast would be nice.

I didn't think much of this,

After it had been done.

But her pimp placed me on the hit-list.

I guess I'd better run.

I hope you learn from this mistake,

That I unfortunately made.

If you hire a unicorn hooker,

Make sure she gets paid.