The Homebrewed Sourtoe Cocktail

Written on January 26, 2020 By Gail DeBole Drink up daredevils! It’s not a joke. The human toe in your drink Is not just taking a soak. It’s challenged many drinkers And many have exclaimed, “Ewwww, What’s going on? And who has been maimed?” But there are the hearty Who take up the call To be close to the toe Soaked in some alcohol. Yes, the toe is plunked in If the bar patron says, “Sure!” To the challenge of swigging A toe-drink that allures. But one of the patrons Who couldn’t live without Made a home brewsky After his wife heard a shout. Before he put on his bandage His wife could not look At the painful outcome Of the action he took. Now he is satisfied drinking And doesn’t mind his nine toes. He has daily Sourtoe cocktails And now everyone knows! That he’s not a toe-totaller. He has a daily drink And must have his cocktail While he takes a deep think. And if there is an error Of swallowing the toe by mistake He plans to live comfortably With toes numbering eight. Disclaimer: This poem in no way condones the actions of this fictional character. Note: For the facts that inspired this poem, go to https://www.atlasobscura.com/places/sourtoe-cocktail. This is based on truth with a few gulps of poetic license.