The Walrus
and the Xanthochroid,
Caught milling
‘bout the Mall,
Explain’d, “Black
guys with sky-blue eyes
Are not allow’d
to loll.”
(“Indeed,
such lads,” the Walrus adds,
“Are thought
Neanderthal.”)
The Walrus and the Whip-poor-will
Stroll’d Sarasota's streets.
The Walrus wore his Wellies;
The poor Whip-poor-will wore cleats.
“On lengthy routes,” said she, “no boots:
My instep overheats.”
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