I was once raped by a unicorn,
I do not know if it was day, night, or morn.
Once upon a nightingale,
I was softly raped by a unicorn (drunk on ale).
Upon that forcible non-succinct memory,
I have formidably cast doubt on the nominee.
Twas’ forty years ago to this day,
That that giant unicorn caused my dismay.
Twas’ not one unicorn, but rather two or three,
That cause me to join the #Metoo movement so gleefully.
I condemn this system which failed to coddle me,
Forty years past, when the unicorns tried to rape me.