A camelopard gravid with sensuous tastes

Turned to an emmet for a quiff of complaint

“Do you enjoy your provender raw or percoct?”

Which led to a moment of formicine shock

The camelopard in sooth was arrantly hurt

So went into labor of premature birth

At the rump of this rumpus

An annoyed fysigunkus

An owl so foul


“You need to halt your daifingua at once.

Default and desist or be present for brunch.”  


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