A slippery tale of walrus relations.

blessed with serendipity
her heart went flop-flippidy . . .
he was slippery
that whiskered walrus
with flotsom and jetsam he
would scamper, jump, swim to sea
not pernickety
his breath smelt of musk
never one to hem and haw
Wally didn't like to 'jaw'
a puckish fella
puckers if he must
just to show one trust
his voice is mumbo jumbo
don't understand his lingo
he merits herring
for his dash, daring
she fears he will cut and run
having used her just for fun
should she 'nip & tuck'
would it change her luck
is he walrus enough
to keep her enchanted
dear sweet serendipity
that lass, indeed, is slippery