Ode to an Oosik
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!