The Beer Truck Got Bogged
There is a little secret,
Which really should be told...
About a place out west,
That ran right out of gold..
A beer truck it was heading,
To this camp they call Mount Dore...
But unforeseen events were happening,
That we've never seen before...
The beer truck got bogged,
It never made it through...
It left the workers shell shocked,
No one had a clue...
They started drinking mid strength,
That vile and sour old taste...
All hoping for a reprieve,
As they drank this beer with haste...
But the night was short lived,
As they moved onto the summer...
The bottles seemed attractive,
But the flavour was a bummer...
They went a bit delirious,
As they were not used to heavy beer...
Many were talking braille,
And all were acting queer...
But a young barmaid named Sharon,
Kept them all enthralled...
As she had a game of bingo,
And many numbers soon were called...
It took their mind off beer,
For at least for an hour or two...
As they all sat there praying,
That the beer truck might get through...
Then a noise was heard in the distance,
A little faint at first...
The bloody beer truck it was a coming ,
To satisfy their thirst...
There was rejoicing in the camp,
As the gold was drunk once more...
The catastrophe averted,
And no more threats of war...
Everyone was smiling,
There was peace within the camp...
As all those cranky miners,
Could keep their dry throats damp...
The barmaid was ecstatic,
As she filled the fridge with beer...
No longer did have to,
Live her life in fear...
Meanwhile in the bar,
There are many yarns that still are told
About those dreadful days,
When Mount Dore ran out of gold...
Len Newey 2012