Murphy monostich I

“Did I say dat? Did I say dat?   I didn’t say dat.  All I said was:  We’ve had some ups & downs.”

The Death of One Tooth Scully

Now that was one sorrowful day.
Powerful sorrowful.  That he died; and the way he died.
Make you most want t’bust out crying, right there on the range.

(So how’d it happen?  ask the hoboes, with respect,
their faces softly lit by a dying fire.)

(But Murphy can’t hack it.)
No -- can’t tell it today.  Just too sad.
Just too … dang … sad ………………….


[In memoriam:  You can view a portrait of old One-Tooth here, wearing one of his many disguises.]

The Saga of One Tooth Scully (Part II)

“Murphy,” I said.
“Scully,” he said.
We locked eyes.
“Truman Democrat,” I ventured.
“Wobbly,” he replied.
I nodded appreciatively.   “Welcome, brother.  You’ve come a long way.” 

Murphy on the Trinity

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