Where's Walrus...? V & U

The Walrus and the Valdosaur

Travers’d the Isle of Wight.

Said Valdo, “Gramps hung out near here --

I think I’ve got that right.”

(What Valdo guess’d was manifest

In bones spread ‘round the site.)

The Walrus and the U-spot Wrasse

galumph'd where none before

had dare galumph -- though Barron Drumpf

let slip, "When I was four,

you'd spot us there: a tot (me, Bar-

ron) and his Albacore." 

Where's Walrus...? X & W

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.”