A Giant Horny Horse Fly, That Just Did Not Care. Poem by Michael Gale

T'was a unicorn stuck upon the big evil giant's big, big, big toe...
Was the boy unicorn tryin' to hump and stowe in the after throes of
loving joy to his new pleasurable big sex toy?
The giant shook and he shook his foot till it finally hurt.
The giant was heard to say 'I'll get rid of this pesky little squirt.'
Finally the little unicorn just a-went to a flying trip...
After his landing he hobbled and had a real bad limp,
He walked around as if he were a broken little crip'.
The giant then brought his fist down fastly hard upon the unicorn's
leg or wrist...
Do you think the unicorn got a hold of the giant's intention or gist?
The poor little horny horse figured out the giant's violently given hint...
The horny horned horsey galloped off far and fast away from this dissappointingly empty sexual stint.
There was not to be in the horsey's eye's any more, a sparkle or glint.
Moral: Horny horseys can be kind of pesky and corny at times of denial. What a cornicopia filled with disappointment. Was this horse to be the proverbial fly in the giant's ointment? Was this horsey a horse fly? Was this horny horse predestined to die? Who knows and who should care? Just mess with the giant, if you honestly do not care.