Laura Richards Redux

Last Friday, 

my rhinocerus 
encountered 

a philocerus. 
Or, rather, 

a philosopher 
confronted 

my rhinocepher. 
It seems I've 

mispronounced each word, 
which makes my story 

sound absurd. 
In any case, 

my rhino's horn 
harpoon'd 

this poor philosophorn.
The more he tried 

to pull it out,
the louder scream'd 

philosophout. 
I feel I'd best 

cut short my tale 

of rhinosort 

and philosale. 

Next time: 

The Octopus 

and the Pocketcomb