Ready the Pandacow!

A Poem by Wisconsin

She might have been a mongoose at one time
Wearing a little red cape.
She wasn't doing well today, so I sat here, wishing her well, trying to supply her with some degree of peace

I happen to be a mad scientist, part time
She mentioned in passing the need for a unicorn, or leprechaun, or some such magical creature
To make her content once again
So I sent her a unicorn,
Fresh out of the mad-scientist-lab where such things are created
And that inner poet-madman inside of me sat here fixedly
Anxious to see her alright.

Unicorn helped her breifly but I soon realized the gesture wasn't enough
Not for me, not for her
And I realized that if I was going to communicate exactly what I wanted to
I'd need to sit down
Focus
Tell her just how much she matters
And to do so,
I'd need to create a creature of such cuddly magnitude and grace
That the world itself would be fixed by it's very presence,
Returned to the lab
And shouted to my assistant, that inner poet:
Ready the pandacow!