There once was a unicorn
Who wished that it had no horn
“To be a plain horse
It could not be worse
Than being myself,” it mourned.
I wrote tonight’s stupid limerick, and then it occured to me that I could’ve just written one about Friday nights in general. Would’ve been easier. Oh well. There’s always next Friday.
In other news, it’s finally weekend!!! Yaaaaayyyy!!!!!
See you on Monday when I’ll be posting from the lovely Niagara Falls!