She was beautiful
Beautiful in a rather different way
She seemed to have multiple personalities
In appearance though
My companion thought a horse was she
A zebra another suggested
We argued over her
Then she turned
She was even more beautiful
And proclaimed a Zorse she is.
We chuckled aloud
For we never heard such
But she was right
As we marched into our anthill
Leaving her beauty all by herself.
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