~ The Dead Broke Leprechaun ~

* Written for St Patrick’s Day *

~ The Dead Broke Leprechaun ~

Just spotted a sneaky little feller,
a leprechaun, standing outside,
right there on my lawn.
Teasing me ’bout his pot of gold,
said it would never be mine to hold.

Caught him by a fish hook,
in the seat of his pants,
hog-tied him securely,
now I have a chance.
To find his gold at rainbow’s end,
plenty of time in which to spend.

There’s no way he can get loose,
now he’ll learn ’bout human abuse.
He shouldn’t have tried,
to taunt and tease,
his gold’s now mine to do as I please.

I returned home to find him gone,
that little ornery old leprechaun.
But I’ll keep his gold, hidden from sight,
to reclaim it now, he’ll have to fight.

The luck of the Irish was with me today,
as I found his gold and took it away.
Now he’s screeching out on my lawn,
a very ornery, dead-broke leprechaun.

Angelwolf