Not Those Leprechauns, Again

Not Those Leprechauns, Again

I thought I’d write a poem
About a leprechaun
Those dirty little buggers
Are hiding in my lawn

I hear them in the morning
When I walk out my door
Cleaning up their messes
Has become a daily chore

I do like a party, I
Appreciate their humor
The bottles left behind
Have started a bad rumor

You see, no one believes
The story that I tell them
Leprechauns made the mess
They should compensate with gem

Messing up my property
Is  fair play to leprechauns
If I had my way today
They’d see no more dawns


Ken Goree

I thought I'd better tie a poem to the holiday.