Untitled Walrus Poem
Your walrus snorts and bellows at the sea. What can I say to make you understand? He smirks and shakes his whiskers jeeringly. His whiskers tremble, so does my own hand. He bears his fangs, his terrifying tusks. I cower from his hulking silhouette. He’s got a strange and overwhelming musk. Your walrus is the worst I’ve ever met. I stand and rush to meet him at the door. He scuffles and he snuffles and he pouts. I can’t support your walrus anymore. He simply can’t be sleeping at my house. Your walrus is a terrifying sight. His snuffling keeps me awake at night.