Leprechaun Be Damned
There's a wee leprechaun
running around me home,
he's really cheesing me off
I spray him with tire foam.
He runs all around
he's up to no good,
then he turns around quickly
smacks me with a piece of wood.
He leaves his pot of gold
over in the kitchen corner,
he's trying to protect it
like Little Jack Horner.
He pees in my sinks
misses the toilet bowl,
bugging me every year
is his ultimate goal.
I feel like ripping my hair out
every time he comes near,
I cry when he's around
he leaves me in tears.
Leprechaun be damned
I can't ever forgive him,
he fills me with such anger
my future grows cold and grim.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Mar.17/2015
Copyright © Cynthia Jones | Year Posted 2016
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