∴ In a whimsical world, a creature appeared,
Devouring words, leaving them disappeared.
No tales could be read, no voices were heard,
But we’ll outwit this beast with a clever word.
With pens as our swords, we’ll conquer this plight,
Crafting puns and rhymes with all our might.
As the creature retreats in a vanishing haze,
Our words will shine bright, forever ablaze. ∴
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