THE GLOOB OF THANNOOK
Eight lines to a verse,
Eight verse, to a chapter.
Eight chapters a book,
Filled with sorrow and laughter.
Eight lessons for children,
The audience I'm reaching,
Without sounding glib,
From the pulpit, not preaching.
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"Disliking Carrot would be like kicking a puppy."
"You kicked a puppy," Lobsang said accusingly.