The End of Harold Holt
The End Of Harold Holt
By Roy Merritt
On December seventeenth, nineteen sixty seven
The Prime Minister of Australia
Perhaps went off to heaven
He went swimming in the ocean
Against all good advice
They told him not to do it
They told him more than twice
But he insisted on doing it
For it was summer that time of year
And he was a strong swimmer
A man of little fear
But he never came back that day
They never saw this man again
And many rumors surrounded
This man’s final swim
Some thought he was kidnapped
By the Chinese Reds
Some thought it was suicide
That the man was just plain dead
Some thought sharks had gotten him
That the man was an obstinate dolt
But regardless what the truth was
It was the end of Harold Holt
Copyright © Roy Merritt | Year Posted 2016
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