THE SAGA OF THE SOUR TOE

L.D.Neill

1989

Come the summer in Dawson City,
In the Yukon Territory,
In the Sluice Box Lounge
Inside the Eldorado Hotel,
Bewiskered, bedeviled,
Beguiling, Beware!
Capt Dick will invite you to join in,
The Saga of the Sour Toe.

It's been lost,
Once been swallowed,
Stolen, retrieved or replaced.
A digit so awesome,
It will contort your face!
When you par take in,
The Saga of the Sour Toe.

Don't be afraid,
You might be amazed,
With laughter and jest,
Closing your eyes is best.
When you connect with,
The Saga of the Sour Toe.

When your sip is done.
Your ornate certificate won.
Your name jotted down,
In the leather bound log.
Raise your glass to a Klondike King!
It's just the thing, to adjoin,
The Saga of the Sour Toe.

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