Sunday, 16 December 2012

A Tale from the Gold Rush


T'was a cold dark night in the Yukon,

as the gold miner trudged through the snow.

The nugget he’d sought had eluded him,

so he searched for the path far below.


He looked for a light in the distance,

A chance to survive till the dawn

But the cold and the wind went right through him

And he died where he fell, all alone.


In the morning the search party found him

and saw in the snow how he’d scrawled

a last haunting message, his final plea

“We need 6 more consultants at St Peter’s A and E!”

 Neil Harris
(a don't stop till you drop production)

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