Nothing to feed my unicorn
Just odes and chants
And hope
But it stomps and tramps
In vain for faith
At the far end
Of a rope
With ears laid back
And rolling eyes
And skyward pointing tine
Neverland never
Looked so good
But maybe it’s
Just the wine
Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 12:44 AM UTC
Nothing to feed my unicorn
Just odes and chants
And hope
But it stomps and tramps
In vain for faith
At the far end
Of a rope
With ears laid back
And rolling eyes
And skyward pointing tine
Neverland never
Looked so good
But maybe it’s
Just the wine
