("Deterred by warmth and affection")
The frozen ocean waits for you.
Beneath a sky so frozen blue.
A cryogenic cell of ice.
A crystal palace to be precise.
The fatty skin will keep you warm.
But of this aspect I must warn.
A horrid sight you are to be.
A monstrous walrus is what they'll see.
Two jagged fangs grow from your jaw.
Three padded flippers instead of claws.
The whiskers will be long and spiny
And your brain and eyes, tiny.
A grotesque howl you will emit.
Lets not forget you'll smell of shit.
Oh, walrus: fat and slow.
You are indeed the king of snow.
But at least the pain of love you'll never know.
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