Ode to an Oosik
Strange thing have been done in the midnight sun
And the storybooks are full...
But the strangest tale concerns the male,
The magnificent walrus bull.
I know it's rude, quite common and crude;
Perhaps it grossly unkind;
But, this first look 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 so ugly or vile.
There is a hint of a grin in that blubbery chin
And his eyes have a sly secret smile.
How can this be this clandestine glee
That excludes the walrus like music.
He knows that in side, 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", infact, is 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 orshrinking.
This then is why the smile is so sly,
The walrus is rightly 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 bow the bull by the mile,
Is the satisfied Walrus Cow.