"So, let us come," the walrus said
And toiled and twithed and torked.
Yet no one ever came,
and nothing ever worked.
The walrus slithered softly, softly,
Not to hear the word.
The word, the word! What was the word?
Lost amidst the squill!
But nothing ever came of it,
And nothing ever will.
The walrus slithered slowly, soundly,
as its purpose blurred.
The love was lost, the slish was lost,
and slished and sloshed and slid!
But nothing ever came of it;
Nothing ever did.
The walrus stopped abruptly... sharply...
Never to have heard.