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A llama walked through my living room
and landed on the loveseat with a boom.
“Why are you lying on my loveseat?” says I.
“Why, just lazing”, came his laconic reply.

“Look, Mr. Llama, you're too big for inside.
There's a nice little lounge out on the lanai.
Please take yourself there, lest my temper I lose,
and lash out, giving your llama-ness a bruise!”

He lumpishly rose to his lofty height,
looking down at me in lugubrious fright.
“You'd strike a guest?” He loudly lamented,
“A guest! This is ludicrous! Are you demented?”

“I did not lead you here, nor lure you to stay.
Yet you linger and loiter and lie in the way!
You must leave, Mr. Llama! No arguments! Now shoo!”
So, laughing, he left – and left on my floor a large lump of poo!