A BUG afficionado from Sydney town, Wayne Watson, sent us this charming little poem of his and we thought we'd share it with you.

THE 20TH CENTURY DOLPHIN

A 20th Century dolphin
Sat beside me in the park
He took a swig of whisky
And he lit a long cigar.

"You know," he said,
"What dolphin's dread
When we are out at sea?
Getting too much water
In our single malt whisky.
Yep. Getting too much water
In our single malt whisky."

I thought, at first:
"There's something strange
About this scenery -
This whisky-sodden dolphin
Should be swimming in the sea!"
But, as we sat and chatted
On that early evening watch
I could clearly see his point
About the water and the scotch.

As he elaborated
On the wetness of the sea
The need for him to come ashore
Made perfect sense to me!

So, let's ponder for a moment
As we're sipping on our rye
On what poor dolphins must go through
To keep their whisky dry.

They have the fins
To pour it, in
The finest style and class
But, once the whisky's poured
They've got
Nowhere to put the glass.
And if they like it chilled
Well, although that would be nice
It's a trip to the Antarctic
Just to get the ice!

Oh, I know we've got our problems
Empty glass and empty purse
But think about those dolphins
And you know things could be worse
We could be lying on our backs
In the vastness of the sea
Striving to keep water
From our single malt whisky.