The Beautiful Unicorn

The Beautiful Unicorn wanted a radiator that they would try to balance on their head. It might have been a fairly weird operation, to my grandpa, but not to the Unicorn, who had decided that this idea was fun. You wouldnt have imagined, a radiator being the thing opted for.

The Beautiful Unicorn often carried a pint of cider that they would sometimes drop. It would have been an unusual operation, to you and me, but not to the Unicorn, who expected it would be sublime. You wouldnt have thought, a pint of cider is the thing that was chosen.

The Beautiful Unicorn desperately searched for a can of Tango that they sometimes put up their bum. It should have been a fairly curious thing to do, to my dad, but not to the Unicorn, who assumed that this idea was fun. You wouldnt have imagined, a can of Tango of all things.

The Beautiful Unicorn desired a ball to worship. It should have been a different approach to life, to me and my parents, but not to the Unicorn, who thinks that this idea was the most awesome idea. Remarkably, a ball having that done to it

The Beautiful Unicorn desperately looked for a condom that they would share. It might be a fairly odd approach to life, to my neighbour, but not to the Unicorn, who assumed it was entertaining. Who would have imagined, a condom is the item to select.

The Beautiful Unicorn had a wig that they would occasionally put on his head. It should have been a fairly original undertaking, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Unicorn, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was awe-inspring. You wouldnt have thought, a wig is the thing that was chosen.