There was a walrus
\nused to hang with whales.
\nHis bonding efforts
\nall were epic fails.
\nHe had no blubber
\nnor blow hole.
\nHe didn’t have
\na whaling soul.
\nHis tusks, they said,
\nwere too damned long.
\nHe couldn’t sing
\nthe whaling song.
\nHis body couldn’t glide
\nthroughout the water.
\nThey shunned him
\nand he said, Okay,
\ngo on about
\nyour humpback way.
\nI’ll miss your krill,
\nbut I won’t miss
\nyour slaughter.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
There was a walrus used to hang with whales. His bonding efforts all were epic fails. He had no blubber nor blow hole. He didn’t have a whaling soul. His tusks, they said, were too damned long. He couldn’t sing the whaling song. His body couldn’t glide throughout the water. 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