I Wished for Horns
I made a wish that I could have
a pair of healthy horns,
like kudus, gnu, or ibex do,
or mythic unicorns.How marvelous! How fabulous!
How handsome they would be!
The pair I grew, how helpful too
the horns could be for me.I’d always have a home to hang
my hat upon my rack.
They’d scratch and scritch that loathsome itch
that lingers on my back.I wished for horns, but didn’t ask
to have them on my head,
so now they grow a little low:
they’re on my rump instead.
