legendarium:poems:the_sandpoint_devil
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The Sandpoint Devil
The Devil came down to Sandpoint, One cold December night. He’d spent the day, in his own sweet way Looking for a child to fright.
He’d travelled high, he’d travelled low Hunting a lonesome child. But none he’d found, as he made his round and he was sorely riled.
He found his way to Hagfish Bar And saw the fish above Then bold as brass, he dipped his glass And took a sup thereof.
The devil’s face gave in to fear his pot began to churn Then like a klutz, he spewed his guts his mouth began to burn.
I’ve had it here, the devil cried and headed to the door I’m going back to Devil’s Plat And won’t come here no more!
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