The horse felt unnoticed, her white mane very average; in a sea of black beauties, she felt like the pumpkin and never the carriage.
She yearned to feel special, if just for a day; these thoughts crossed her mind as she ate her hay.
Day in and day out, her meals were the same; finally, she thought, this feels a bit lame. So she trotted out solo, exploring the farm; she walked from her stable to the cows and their charm.
She noticed something soft, quite mushy and pungent; they told her, "It's blue cheese, and there ain't nothing like it."
As she ate it, she found it majestic, she then tried the muenster, and soon felt fantastic. Wings sprouted from her back, and from her forehead a horn, the cheese and its magic, had made her a unicorn!
So she flew in the sky, and through puffy clouds; as she looked down, she saw she'd drawn crowds. "Look at the unicorn!" she heard someone say; a Clydesdale said, "God, I hope to be like her one day!"
She snacked on more cheese, as she made her way up; as she nibbled on Gouda, she felt herself hiccup.
She stopped for some Brie and began to sparkle; then she felt thankful, and began to marvel.
Because she then realized, that no matter what; with a passion for cheese, you won't fall in a rut.
