ABPA - Australian Bush Poets Association

This tale I tell of Murphy
you can take as real true blue.
Not like the awful furphy
that old Murphy swears is true

He reckons on the turf he
won a race at 12 to 2
on a horse that they called Smerf he
says he won a ton or two.

So I put the bite on Murphy
for a tenner, even two
but Murphy told a furphy
said he’d lost it in the surf (he
can not swim) the lying Murphy
so I told him ‘That’s a furphy’
…and now me and Murph are through!

Good on ya Glenny. Some wicked rhymes there

Ditto, Glenny. (Made me lurph!)

Cheers
David

Ta Neville & David. I broke my curph-ew writing this rot. (The things a woman will leave the vacuuming for... )

Beats the hell out of vacuming any day - good fun and thanks for joining in. Now is it a prize winning poem? Hmmm - short odds

Sounds a bit like Murphy was the water cart driver.

TTFN

Well if he had a Furphy he was Dave