Last Friday, my rhinocerus
encountered a philocerus.
Or, rather, some philosopher
confronted my rhinocepher.
(I fear I've mispronounced each word,
which makes my story sound absurd.)
In any case, my rhino's horn
harpoon'd the poor philosophorn.
The more he tried to pull it out,
the louder scream'd philosophowt.
Perhaps I'd best cut short this tale
of rhinowort and philozale.
Next time:
The Octopus
and the Pocketcomb
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