An excuse for an unusual intrusion.
When I look ay my unicorn I am amazed
at how easy upon my front lawn that she plays.
Charm will jump and roll over, break into a run;
she’s immersed in an ocean of unicorn fun.
Eyed by Rudy, the neighborhood cat ‘cross the street,
Charm invited him over to play, which was sweet.
Then the two of them played in a swirl of delight
‘till the afternoon slipped to the border of night.
It was cat-unicorn prance-ballet up to eve;
(there was no indication that Rudy would leave.)
When I opened the door and stepped into outside,
cat and unicorn rushed in, and we did collide
sending me in a spin where I crashed to the wall;
Charm and Rudy, like blurry light, flashed down the hall.
I regained my composure and steadied my life;
Then before me, indignantly, there stood my wife.
All the while back bedroom was sound ruckus strong
with a cat and a unicorn night get-along.
Loud meowing and unicorn brays were the rule;
I felt disquietude, yet I still thought it cool
yet apparently my wife did not feel the same,
and I now know that my poor excuse was quite lame.
As both Rudy and Charm kept engaged in their play,
I said, “I blame the kids. It’s easier that way.”