[Editor: This poem by “Dryblower” Murphy was published in Dryblower’s Verses (1926).] Shicker, I S’pose. I’m writing this rhyme on an East-bound ship (The pilot will bear it back); I’m taking a once-in-seven years’ trip, And in seven days’ time the Queenscliff Rip Will punch this passenger smack. For a month, maybe, my pen will […]

[Editor: This poem by “Dryblower” Murphy was published in Dryblower’s Verses (1926).] The Devout Lover. ’Twas by the sandy Crawley Spit His eye upon his float, I saw a fishing person sit Within a fishing boat. And glancing upwards from my book, From one of many yawns, I saw him bait his barb’rous hook With […]

[Editor: This poem by “Dryblower” Murphy was published in Dryblower’s Verses (1926).] Bricks of Beer. You talk of your old “Golden Shanty” Ted Dyson invented and built, But you’ll warble a weakly andante When I’ve lifted you my little lilt. Gold in a brick-clay you may get, It’s one of geology’s tricks; But I’ll take […]

[Editor: This poem by “Dryblower” Murphy was published in Dryblower’s Verses (1926).] On Nights Like These. (Written during the fearful Trevessa storm.) On nights like these, when breezes bitter blow And all the wrath of God comes down in rain, When crowded clouds hang pendulously low And hell’s battalions march the ungoverned main, The puny […]