By the Voice of the Throne

Political commentary

Captain Cheesy Poof made pilgrimage
To his newly gilded bowl,
Left behind a monument
That refused to go down the hole.

It clung. It rose. It would not be flushed.
So he pointed and named it wonder.

“Behold,” he cried, “The Pink Unicorn.”
And lo—his echo an answer did churn:
A million throats brayed gratitude
For the unicorn’s triumphant return.

The inner circle was summoned closer.
They leaned in. They touched. They knew.

With reverent fingers, they painted cheek
And brow, anointing themselves in certainty—
Eyes wide, faces darkened orange-brown,
They knelt before the bowl and shouted fervently:

“Thank you, Captain Cheesy Poof, for the miracle shown—
Where meaning is crowned by the voice of the throne.”