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.