No Accounting For Taste

From the Arctic there came a narwhal

Who was driven to answer the call

So while craving adventure

It assumed a debenture

To finance a vacation trawl

The distance it swam was impressive

And the tusk that it bore looked impressive

But when it landed ashore

It cried, 'Zut alors!'

Its swimming had been quite excessive

He wasn't pleased at all with the land

Appearing to be all made of sand

And the only occupant found

Was tall, prickly and round

And was not particularly grand

'I say,' the narwhal did exclaim

At the figure its long tusk did aim

'I'm looking for food

And don't wish to be rude

But I think you are one in the same.'

Surprised by the unfriendly greeting

The cactus said it wasn't good eating

And so it resisted

Still the narwhal insisted

As its threat it continued repeating

The cactus kept up its refrain

You won't like me it tried to explain

But in spite of its plea

It ate and swam out to sea

Leaving nothing on the sand but a stain