Strange things have been done in the Midnight
Sun and the story books are full--
But the strangest tale concerns the male,
magnificent walrus bull!
I know it's rude, quite common and crude, perhaps
it is grossly unkind;
But with first glance at least, this bewhiskered
beast, is as ugly in front as behind.
Look once again, take a second look -- then you'll
see he's not ugly or vile--
There's a hint of a grin, in that blubbery chin --
and the eyes have a sly secret smile.
How can this be, this clandestine glee that exudes
from the walrus like music
He knows, there inside, beneath blubber and hide
lies a splendid contrivance - the Oosik!
"Oosik" you say -- and quite well you may, I'll
explain if you keep it between us;
In the simplest truth, though rather uncouth,
Oosik" is, in fact, his penis!
Now the size alone of this walrus bone would
indeed arouse envious thinking --
It is also a fact, documented and backed, there is
never a softening or shrinking!
This, then, is why the smile is so sly, the walrus is
rightfully proud.
Though the climate is frigid, the walrus is rigid,
pray, why, is not man so endowed?
Added to this, is a smile you might miss - though
the bull is entitled to bow-
The one to out-smile our bull by a mile is the
satisfied walrus cow!
Don't know who wrote it... |
