Leprechaun
The Leprechaun was green they said.
Of course they could be lying.
The fact that one could even be
was doubt where I was trying.
A little man with buckled shoes.
One green at that they say.
I bit my tongue for quite awhile.
My mouth held back at bay.
How could he run away from them
and carry all that gold.
To carry on and click his heels
as one to be that bold.
But if that wasn't all their facts.
A rainbow marked his trail.
To follow it made no more sense
and on there went the tale.
Copyright © Trevor Mcleod | Year Posted 2016
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