IV. Harold Holt, Revisited

Phlebo the Lebo, the silly bugger
Had a skinful with dinner at the Portsea pub
After dry July.

He hit the rip

Waved a bit, and that was it. A fortnight later
They found half of him near Gunamatta, and the rest
Somewhere near Dromana.

Look, I don’t wanna nag,

But if they’re breaking big and the wind’s offshore
Think of Phlebo and Hazza, and swim between the flags.