The Ox and the Moron

The ox and the moron kidded each other with crazy questions one lazy afternoon: "Tell me, oh, witty Moron, what is an oxymoron?" "That's easy, owlish Ox, why, it's a paradox." The ox shook his head and mooed: "Guesses are far too many, but the only answer is irony." To which the moron gamely retorted: "I disagree. Using hot flatiron, to me, that is irony!" The ox stood his ground, grinning: "Oh, yeah? And a paradox is but a solo parade of an ox?" They laughed till they cried, till a deafening silence exploded and died, Meekly, together they asked the afternoon, "Aren't we the oxymoron?"