There once was a unicorn mare,
who had lovely violet hair.
Not a single pony could figure out
what gave it such a flair.

One day curiosity won out,
and so one pony with considerable clout
paid a visit to the unicorn
to dispel the last of the doubt.

He found out that night,
and his embarrassment was not slight.
It was quite the revelation
He would never forget that, try as he might.

For the mare gave him all she had
and he returned it, more than a tad.
But she did not keep it in the normal way,
no, the mare bottled it up, and smiled like mad.

...I feel dirty.

By: Pinkawne Pie