Best Walrus Poems

       Enlighten me please 
     why windows are solid
           yet transparent

Why the moon shines even as
     the sun's rise envelopes
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The Walrus, he is an ugly brute, 
Made entirely out of rubber, 
Lounging on the shore all day, 
Like discarded old whale blubber.
 
Sea Lion on the other hand, 
Is arguably, I think quite cute, 
Gliding along the beach at play, 
In his slick grey...

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I'll be kissing you
In our canoodlers' canoe
Paddlin' 'round the walrus tank
At the Tacoma Zoo....

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II

So then Lion played on
    (though his five iron was gone)

'Cause he had lost it in the 'attack',

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I

4:forty 4 in the a.m. scene
   and I had been awakened by 
          the strangest of dreams:

     of an overdressed Lion,
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Walrus tusks are longer than I thought
Length of a yardstick, new and store bought
Females' tusks are much longer; they serve as teeth
Sharper than a copper dagger in a leather sheaf...

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There is no beached whale
though a walrus protecting the sea
Whom will attack anyone
invading his territory.
Capsizing boats or kayaks then
killing many aboard
Causing serious harm and tusks
with dominance they've roared.
Ahh the walrus-stay clear from
If you see one on the shore
Run away without delay
Don't stand there to explore.
Respect...

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Go
Wherever you want to
There’s nothing I can do
Still I hope
It’s you heading back to me
That’s what I’d like to see
I wouldn’t mind

I wish
I could know
Just what was next 
To come

I live
In this fantasy of hope
That things go
Just the way I want them to

If I could...

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Tonight’s Debate

Oyez, oyez six pm pacific time don’t be late!
to watch a ninety-minute presidential debate
Biden hyped up on Mountain Dew
vs the walrus who’s Cu cu ca choo
My choice MSNBC the only one I tolerate

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When not out clubbing
hey-ho the merry oh
at night with the Inuit
I suspect by intuit
an intrepid Inuk named Nanook
a-hunting walrus he would go
with his trusty harpoon
traipsing 'cross the ice and snow
then when paddling afloat he went
in the harsh Arctic environment
to keep out the bitter cold and...

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