The Devil Unicorn, which is a rare breed of unicorn, is found near graveyards. Every weekend, uninornoligists gather near local church graveyards to discover more about these magnificent creatures. During recent lockdown periods, these wonderful creatures have become bold and wandered into more and more graveyards for food. To the delight of many people, the Devil Unicorn has been sighted near hospitals taking advantage of non-buried bodies. However, there is more to be found out about these mysterious creatures.

Personality

Contrary to popular belief, the Devil Unicorn devours other unicorns and mythical creatures such as trolls, elves, dragons and those are just a couple!! They also have a striking ability that when they are extremely hungry, their entire chest section becomes 10X as buff and their veins become pure molten lava!! Furthermore, when they sleep, if they feel something hostile coming towards them, they will leak lava into the surrounding area.

Conclusion

Many people think that the devil unicorn can grant death wishes but this is yet to be proven. If you believe that one is housed in your local area, then it’s probably best to keep it to yourself! They enjoy fresh blood, that’s just if you haven’t gained their trust, but please remember that they are wild creatures and they don’t particularly like being mounted, especially by humans! Let’s keep these graceful creatures safe and protected for future generations!!!!

What are cute? A two-month-old Golden Retriever lying in his bed snuggling up to his mother, a pack of wild North American wolves stalking a herd of deer and a male penguin belly-sliding into the hyperthermic Antarctic ocean.

What are disgusting? The stench of a public bin on Halesowen high street, the horrific taste of a one pound Indian restaurant and a cat litter box after they have done their business.

What are quiet? A bee buzzing from tulip to tulip with a goal to make some honey, a lonely snowflake drifting calmly onto the cobbled patio and a single seed sprouting into a purple dirty beetroot.

What are loud? A factory producing liters of lemonade, an AA cannon attempting to destroy german BF-109-F4’s and a farmer furtalising his fields.

What are small? A singular pea escaping the bag into my saucepan, a mouse navigating their way through the bakery hoping to find some bread crumbs and a popcorn kernel.

What are large? The splash of a blue whale plummeting into the ocean, Boeing 747- MAX taking off form London’s Heathrow Airport and a footlong meatball feast from Subway

I’ve have never ran in the 100m race with the Brownlee brother,

But I have sprinted up Queen Street to the shop to get a chocolate milkshake.

I have never binge watched Breaking Bad on Netflix,

But I have been enticed to the story of Line of Duty for hours on end.

I have never devoured a chicken carbonara  cheffed up by Gordon Ramsy,

But I have nibbled at a meat feast from Dominos.

I have never danced with professional ballroom dancers on the Strictly stage,

But i have boogied in the kitchen with my mum.

I have never shot a air rifle down range form 300m away,

But i have skydived with my dad.

I have never flown a Red Bull stunt plane,

But I have piloted my RC Red Arrows over the airstrip extremely low.

I want to paint an ominous ocean openly reflecting the serene sunset,

A calm clownfish swimming into his anemone elegantly,

A tranquil tube coral reef housing hundreds of rainbow runners.

I want to paint Appledores’ Hocking Icecream selling like tickets to a brand new Marvel movie,

The smell of fresh fish and chips with an aroma as charming as the scent of perfume 

The feeling of the sea breeze touching my face like my mum kissing me on my cheek 

I want to paint the sight of the MS Oldenburg leaving Ilfracombe

I want to paint the smell of the ocean creeping up my nose 

I want to paint the sound of families cheering over beating their personal record in crabbing

I want to paint the feeling of the sea breeze on my face like my mum kissing me on my cheek

I want to paint the end of this poem