Whale Of A Time.

Hey ol’ Blue,

you been ‘round th longest -

reckon ya could do us a favour?

Can I park me Ford Laser in ya heart,

or maybe let me elephant rest on ya tongue?

coz, ya see...

Nutha mate - Humpback, got a hunnid thousan’ or so

songs ta lay on me, n they like, go for an hour or so each.

an’ then...

I gotta go see this otha dude - Fin, he can sen’ a message for me,

fifteen thousan’ kilometres, no satellite - nah, no wires either, jus’ talkin’.

An’ there’s these jokers I jus’ havta tell - it ain’t Right ta go ‘round spearin’ folk

in th name o’ scientific tests, you know ‘em, th Japs, n th Norwegians, n their lame

excuses, why, they’re jus’ so much blubber ta guys like you n me. So I ask again, can I

park me little car in ya heart, while I go smack these shitheads ‘round th ears? Try n talk

some sense

inta their tiny little minds.



Martin Downey.