Whale Riders Wanted! By Brian John Evans


I fret that I'm Jill Whale-
My face is far too big-
I'ts hard to get on telly
And do whale-saving gigs.
Whales could chat world-wide,
Before valves and transistors,
Using whale sonic sounds,
Before Morse's simple stutters;
Since man's propellors and his puke,
We end up on your beaches-
Already partly nuked.
Look, I have no whale-Aids,
And eat healthy Omega-3
And no mad-whale disease-
Why are these japanese,
Killing big old lovely me?
Tell you what mates,
Let's renew that old whale deal-
Saved we'll give you whale-rides,
That have got to be real steals!
We'll circumnavigate the globe,
All again at sea as chums;
It will slim my whale love-handles,
You will learn again those whale things,
That the japs destroy by eating-
Look, man needs his old whale mums-
Whales stop war by whispering men!

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