I've always assumed I could write a poem on any topic

Until an eight-year old asked me

“Have you got one about unicorns?”

“No” I responded

“The creatures have never really inspired me”

“But why not?” She replied enthusiastically

“They're magical, majestic, wonderful, white

“Proud, prancing, brilliantly beautiful beasts”

“With unique horns”

(And that was the best pun I'd ever heard from a child)

I smiled at her

Scratched my head

Grabbed paper and pen

Sat down

And told her

“Just let me think about it

“Okay?”