Collaboratively Written By: Ben Vest, Armistead Lindsey, Prunella Nadler, Davina Purnell, & CJ Foster
I caught him dressing a unicorn Carefully bedazzling it’s horn. He attempted a flower wreath but none with thorns Just the itty bitty blossoms, like flowers born But the unicorn just glared with scorn "Flowers would be just fine but I'm a fighter pay you mind" So he wrapped it in rainbow leather and sparkly twine No glitter, don't fritter your dollars away Or shiny bits that make you itch But those cheap pastel paints make it all look quite kitsch Adding a touch of class with a hefty side of sass A gold choker charm placed a message in script graced 'Ride or die bitch'
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