Donna's Unicorn
Donna set out to mount a unicorn;
but, inadvertently, she grasped his horn;
and, unfortunately, his horn she shorn.
She clasped in hand that torn tremendous thorn.
Since now there's nought his forehead to adorn,
she, per force, mounts horse; both, of course, forlorn.
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