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Word Piles

“You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.” — Dr. Seuss

There was an old man, he was tattered.
He’d piled his words like it mattered,
all of his life
through trouble and strife,
while his wonderful wife, well, she nattered.

Oh why do you pile those words over there?
They’re taking up space much needed for air!
Forgive me my dear,
I like them quite near,
without them, I simply don’t care.

He pushed them and nudged them, those words that he loved,
but his missus attacked them, often ungloved.
The man only smiled,
which left her unstyled
like all of her wits had been shoved.

One bright summer day the man took to flight,
off to the place we often call night.
His wife was aghast
as she stared at the past
and those piles of words in her sight.

She sat in their midst, breathing a sigh,
missing her husband caused her to cry.
The silly old pest,
could only but jest,
she missed him, but didn’t know why.

Until she began to shovel and scoop,
all of those words piled like poop,
throughout her house
by her missing spouse.
The thought made her lips start to droop.

Suddenly a baby word drew up quite near
and nudged at her eye, releasing a tear,
which started a flood
turning words into mud
who then giggled out loud with good cheer!

Contagious it was—all of that mirth,
more precious than gold (what it was worth)
turning around
her well-practiced frown,
releasing a smile on the earth.

What she’d never known, what she’d never seen,
was, though he’d loved words, she was his queen.
The joy those words brought
was what he had sought,
to give to his wife who’d been mean.

Now she saw through the mud his bright smile,
amplified much by the pile,
full of whipples and wots
and twisted what-nots
plus words not used in a while.

The funny ones, much in disuse,
discarded and thought too obtuse,
pronounced with a quack,
or maybe a glack,
were enough to plant grins on a moose.

So she gathered those words with great care
She even put some in her hair.
They whispered to her
like a kitty-cat’s purr
and her smile made onlookers stare.

She threw out her lonely big bed
and slept on those word piles instead.
The man of her dreams,
although silly, it seems,
was the hubby she’d deemed loose at the seams.

Finally she really did love him, him and his odd-wording ways.
She reads his words without ceasing, on her many, colorful days.
Her nights are now filled with chatter
and nattering, nat-nat-nat natter.
Those words and hers, joined as one voice, singing a word-piler’s praise.

John Wulf  08-11-15 for Dr. Seuss Quote Prompt Contest

Copyright © John Wulf

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Twas a fine October morning,
one September, last July!
The moon lay thick upon the ground,
the mud shone in the sky!

The flowers sang so sweetly,
the birds were in full bloom!
As I hurried down the cellar steps,
to sweep the upstairs room!

The time was Tuesday morning,
on Wednesday, just at night!
I saw ten-thousand miles away,
a house, just out of sight!

Its doors projected backwards.
The front was at the back!
It stood alone, between two more,
and it was whitewashed black!


Copyright © RALPH TAYLOR

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FOR MEN ONLY TWO - girls, no peeking

Boys, we gotta have a chat. Maybe over your way things are where they’re at… just like you like ‘em! Oh, she brings your beer, scratches your ear, wiggles her rear… and things are really, really good! But be honest boys. Do you play with her toys and does she make...noise? The way you thought she would? I mean, when we guys do the laundry, isn’t it a joy fondling her big machines? may be a ploy:-( But really men... it’s a piece of cake. Put the dirties in the tank and take yourself a break! The buzzer rings the dinger dings, move ‘em to the dryer just be sure to take the frillies out... before they catch on fire! Remember what I said? It’s a piece of cake! Until you hear those dreaded words... which make the man-cave quake!!! “Did you FOLD the laundry, dear?” Honey!!! Sweetie!!! Darling!!! What about permanent press? What about those great big drawers? NO, honey...not yours! I mean the ones in the “amoire*.” (*Sometimes those fancy words work on ‘em, you know that!) Now be honest boys you’ve had the lesson too on how to fold those clothes, next to’s mystery number two. How come all the labels say wash in hot or cold? Use the bleach or don’t, but not a single BLEEPING word...on how to do the fold!!! So she always folds her clothes, her way, after I am through. Makes me feel quite manly, ‘cause I fold my clothes, my way... what else can I do? But when I don my T-shirts with those silly slogans on the rear the wrinkles I’ve created make my best lines disappear! Boys... We’ve got it figured out at our house I hope that you do too. btw...Those creases she insists upon? Give me a better view.

Copyright © John Wulf

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A CountryWestern Song

The Drinkin Thinkin Song



the reason I’m drinkin’ to forget... I can’t remember!
But I know it happened last June...or was it...September?
I can’t recall at all but surely it’s true...
                                                               ooh, ooh, ooh; ooh, ooh 

Baby, if I’m drinkin’ to forget...
                                            it’s got somethin’ to do with YOU.

Many things, like...

the first time when we first met —
me and a buddy had a bet...
Could I make it past your loaded second base?

Now, I sure had a thrill, 
while going’ in for the kill... 
until you smashed that bottle on my face!

Oh...and then...

there was our joyful weddin’ day.
You happy; Junior…on his way.
The first time you was late—right after our first date  
was the time I got all wrapped up in my fate!
                                      (your daddy’s shotgun sure made that a hot one)


how the years rush by…like dust in the wind.
Our make-ups make more babies — cousins for our kin.
My folks, they sure love you, but your folks do abhor— 
the day my big old shadow, darkened their front door!

                                     (did I really say fat fanny about your old granny?)

You got me on the spot,
I forgot and you went squat,
it’s a damn primordial sin,
the toilet your tush fell in!

So I’m sittin’ here in this bar,
wonderin’ who made you the star,
starin’ holes in a bottomless glass
wonderin’ why I should kiss your a**!

But there is no doubt about it,
and to the world I'll shout it,
the reason I love you, I think…
you give me a damned good reason to drink!


So Darlin....

The reason I’m drinkin’ to forget...I can’t remember!
But I do know it’s huntin’ season…in late December.
I can’t recall at all but surely it’s true…
                                                           ooh, ooh, ooh; ooh, ooh

Baby, if I’m drinkin’ to forget...
                                               it’s got somethin’ to do with YOU.

                                                       (the boys in the bar think I’m a star)

Huh?  Wha’s that, buddy? She is?  Here?!! OH SH**!!
Well hello Darlin...
Wha’s that, baby?

No, baby, I never met that woman before...
ouch, ouch, stop that!
no baby, she just sat down on the stool next to me...

Oh, sweetheart, can’t we talk this over?

Say what?

The reason I can’t remember ain’t got a damn thing to do with September?
Could it be true? 
Nothing to do with you?

Ouch!!! Stop that darlin’ !!

Baby, you’re makin’ me look bad...

Leggo my ear!!!

Sweetheart...I  L O V E  you, baby!

Yeah, I’m comin’
Yeah baby...I know
Yeah, yeah, yeah

trash is full,
baby needs a new pair of shoes...
GD toilet is plugged...
New furniture!!!  What’s the matter with..


I’ll see you later boys...

Copyright © John Wulf

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The midnight hour, 
In the middle of the day,
The sun was shining, 
It was dark and grey.

The wind was howling, 
It was quiet and still
Fit as a fiddle, 
I felt quite ill.

The doctor came, 
He didn’t arrive, 
It was two in the morning 
At half passed five.

He stood in the corner, 
Sitting on a chair,
He was totally bald, 
With long black hair.

He got out his pen,
And started to type,
He left straight away
And he stayed all night.

He said your fine,
There’s something wrong,
You’ve caught a little dose
Of the nonsense song.

Copyright © Robert Broadbent

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I “met a four”
when I was three
and oh the things
it did to me
and fingers counting
one-two- three.
When the four
brought in a five
all my counting fingers
came alive.
Reaching for the
other hand
said “times two”
is oh so grand.
They ran through
six, then seven – eight
danced with the nine
to celebrate.
Then the quantum leap
to ten
and shouts of 
let’s do it again.
Somehow the
ones and two and threes
increase in size
Still, my fingers are
mathematically smitten
seeking warmth
within a mitten.

John G. Lawless

Copyright © John lawless

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My weakness


Wondrous of many blessings.
Smiling never a frown.
My prayers, Lord, are  suddenly being ignored.
I've taken a tumble of  fallen down
Lord, my life was plain and simple  
How did it come to this?
Lord, now I carry a  burden so deep
A torn up life not easy to fix
Hard to get my prayers before I sleep
Bleeding only internally!
Feeling very minutely!
God, have you deserted me or is it me who deserted you?

God, my Lord, my savior, how could you abandon me?
Must I drown in my own sorrow?
Must I wake up like this today and tomorrow.
Why have you left me, or is it me who left you?

God, I need you like never before.
When I wake up,
When I head out the door.
Tormented in a mood ring of stock
Heavily my tears hit the floor.
God, do you not feel me, or is it me who no longer feel you?

God, what is your plan for me?
What things did I not see?
I asked for you to forgive me in my ways of sin.
Why do you let him provoke me?
Lord, I forbid for him to win.
Relieve me from his gutless pain.
God, do you not believe me, or is it me who no longer believe in you?

God, do you not hear my call
My pitiful excuses make me weak and small
In your eyes, I no longer feel tall
I remain cursed in every single fall
Lord, only you can break this wall
Do you not see me on my knees
Must I beg and crawl?
I am at your mercy, crying out with grief
Open the path to the lighted hall
O' Lord, the day you judge me before your throne
Please tell me it was a lesson for me to stand up on my own
God for now I will end this talk
With the dignity to never look back
I ask if you were there on my endless journey of a relentless walk?


Copyright © Poet Destroyer A

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Just doesn't add up

Pythagoras once fell off a ladder
And landed on a venomous adder
This adder couldn't add
Calculus made it sad
Algebra and theorems made it madder.

Copyright © Nandita Das

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*****To the naked EYE, this poem may seem like gibberish,
but I assure you it is loaded with 24 palindromes,
3 palindrome phrases, 1 hidden palindrome phrase,
and is chock full with enormous wordplay...
oh and one more palindrome in this description. 
Can you find more? I challenge you word freaks!*****


Last night, around eleven or so, I decided to paint a pink castle.
To my dismay, on display, is what looks more like a pink asshole.
Picasso would've been so proud!
Today, upon recording nothing short of a colossal debacle,
I've chosen to
utilize the eyes of a hostile apostle.
Tossing docile scribble, I'm scribing.
Describing life like a diatribe conniving REVIVER at a revival.


Palindrome EYE to the side of my tribe.
Get in line, standing at the hands of HANNA.





We OTTO-matically 
DAD got so damn mad he DID the DEED
and split three XANAX with his MADAM and MOM!
(ALA the ABBA GIG way back in them AHA kookie KOOK days)

So anyways...
Back to peek hassle!
Do ya' think he might like ta' take a stab at my STATS?

*****(this was fun as fun can be:
hope you have half as much fun with it as I did:)*****


Copyright © JSLambert Mister ROBOTO

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I came Across A Jumpher

I came across a Jumpher
A jumphin’ up at me.
It wasn’t very springy
As far as i could see.

It tried to do someothersault,
Impressing like a tree,
But landed with a thumping thud
And hurt his only knee.

‘How come you like to ravel so?’
I bellied like a navel,
While on the other hand i plied
Some custard on a table.

‘I’m only giving all I’ve got-
A hundred miles an hour.
But if you take it at a trot
It soaks you with a shower.

‘I see,’ i said, came out my head,
And nodding fully clothed,
I asked if he’d seen Ninnynook?
A nose that knows no prose.

‘I likes to smell his gravy soup.’
He jumphered like a sweater,
Then driving like a five wheeled horse
Left home wrapped in a letter.

‘Good luck, you leaphing lunging loon.’
I mouthed in Granny’s gums
Then smiling like a holiday
I went to see my chums.

Copyright © Wayne Riley

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Spooks were making love

                  Spooks were making love their bones were clattering
                       Fresh in after death sex they were a prattling
                                 They missed the first session
                                   How to spook the passion
                 And slipped to their graves skulls down saber rattling

          Spooks were making love© Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty 14 November 2014


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Little Tree

Little Tree danced… acrobatic and erratic and emphatic frenetic! Little Tree danced… tossing and turning and swaying braying! the chaining winds of youth leading him in every direction at once. “Oh,” he cried, “I so want to spread my powerful branches to the corners of the earth! Please, please, PLEASE!” he begged the breeze, “Scatter my seeds to, to, to... TO EVERYWHERE!” Little tree shook so hard in his frantic fluffle it made all his cones fall on the ground ...right beneath him. Old Tree, watching, smiled. “Will be a while, but he will grow.” Little Tree, limbs limp at his side, pouted.

Copyright © John Wulf

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I put my shoes on back to front
to step into the past,
sent my watch by express mail
to make the time go fast.
Wrote 'atom' down as 'mtao'
just to generate unclear fusion,
told my friends I wasn't there
but an optical illusion.
Put my head on upside down
for a thicker head of hair and no beard,
when you can't think of topics for a piece of verse, then
what the hell- 
do weird.

Copyright © Viv Wigley

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if Need Be Norbert

If need be Norbert you could now
The asphyx of my flowers plough-
The silence of your boom aswell
Would hyde within my tree so well.

And in this ill of looking glass
As is assumed to all that pass,
I’d reach inside my top and cry,
‘Oh Leary, what a thing am I?’

Copyright © Wayne Riley

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Granny had a yellow cat

                            Granny had a yellow cat Matty Sand-arum
                       She was fond of Cherry Blossom and bubblegum
                                       Cherry ached in her tummy
                                          Bubble is double balmy
                   She yelled out scummy gummy and fell into the scum

    Granny had a yellow cat/Limerick©Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty 18 November 2014


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New Age Poetry For The Silly Masses

New Age Poetry For The Masses

0' WOW! I can write like this too
emotions, deep emotions spilling
 on my keys!
Hot butter oozing in my brain
Midnight the sun shows to effect
Bus ride today was brutal,
old tramp begged for a dollar,
I tossed in a quarter and smiled!
There was a dark stain on my shoe
O' LOOK! Heart cracks in tune.
And daisy cried ALL NIGHT.....

Words, words squiggles that be so crazy
My ramblings impress the fools.
My night is boring and I am word lazy.

Signed, rambling heart on my sleaze.


Copyright © Robert Lindley

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BOODLE FIGHT - Anotha Thrilla in Manila


Nonsense Alley has been challenged by the Queen of a Thousand Isles to a BOODLE FIGHT! A chance to showcase styles.
After we stroll the carpet we’ll shed our bling and rings… ensnare, engage, engorge, on suckled, fishy things with craven clawing hunger, we’ll attack with mouths and fingers, with vic’try to the strong... the scent of battle lingers. BOODLE FIGHT! a visual feast to sate the beast, spread under covers, near the Far East.
Will the Saucy Sampaguita prevail? —you may wager the consequence — Or will she indeed surrender, to the KING of all NON-SENSE? will end in draw. Combatants crashed cruelly on crusted carpet, tapestries intertwined, intensely splendored, and tangling tainted hands Succumbed to the desire-raged frenzy, having danced down danger until sweat-drench exhausted and reeking of passion well spent.
~~~ Please Note: this event is a free-speech free-for-all open to everyone — EXCEPT those who refuse to smile. A production of Nonsense Unincorporated in cahoots with Thousand Island Entertainment Inc. Tickets to this event available at or wherever tickets to life’s vagaries are exploited for FREE! NEVER PAY FOR NONSENSE!!! That would be, duh! — NONSENSE! Satisfaction guaranteed or double your nonsense back. disclaimer: devoid or uninhibited where humor may be present. Not recommended for children over the age of one-hundred-ten. Few restrictions apply. Failure to grasp the depth of nonsense in express is insufficient grounds for redress. Side effects may be present (we hope) and include smiles, giggles, guffaws, laughter, disgust, and, in extremely rare cases — apoplexy. Reviews from previous NU promoted Boodle Fights: “I like a rigid outdoor experience, topped with a boodle fight to satisfy my hunger!”— A. Fan “Nothing salacious about it, just good messy fun!” — I. B. Hog “Couldn’t stop drooling.” — Ima Pervert Special thanks to our sponsors: POETRY SOUP, YAY! Quest for Sanity, Inc World Reality Theatre Life, the Movie

Copyright © John Wulf

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Mongrels of Mischief: An Introduction into Mischief Pt 1

It was somewhere in Cambridge, when the amalgam of substances 
began to cloud our judgment. 
The changes were between vague and blatantly obvious, but 
we were masters at this terrifying craft. 
A small dose of opiates added with  
at least two beers causes a distorted reality. 
Nothing too off the wall except for the truth in knowing 
you can’t fly among the stars above the mortals. 
Four misguided miscreants let loose upon the England populous. 
God help poor Britannia! 

Usually at the helm of this godforsaken voyage, was Tony. 
His plans were often of ridiculous proportions 
many which either involved an attractive woman or 
a ruckus full of dangerous consequences.  
 A vulgar yet honest vagrant.
Dante was a force to be reckon with. 
Not only did he talk a big game, but he also delivered. 
He was a Ciroc and Patron connoisseur with a
knowledge of the appropriate attire for any occasion.
A savant of the good life. 
Rico was small but dangerous. 
A mellow individual with words cool enough 
to give the devil a cold shoulder. 
The cool head amidst our savage expeditions 
except when the spirits possessed him 
causing a unique transformation. 
A human wrecking ball of loose inhibitions. 
Finally, there was me. 
A laid back but slightly eccentric hedonist. 
Forever seeking for any instant gratification and 
always serving a dish of offbeat worldly wisdom to the masses.
An aimless joker who does what he please. 

The streets of Cambridge are gruesome at night. 
All types of freaks, monsters and nutcases 
under the guise of party addicts fiending for the next fix. 
We were just like these misfits
 only further down the rabbit hole.  
What seemed like a stroll into the seedy nightlife 
soon became a submersion into another dimension. 

Our mannerisms became over exaggerated. 
The pleasant embrace of euphoria was as if
the good Lord touched the depths of our souls. 
Warmth, peace and relaxation….
Tranquility of mind, body and spirit… 
A transcendence into Nirvana… 
Thanks to the sweet nectar from 
the land of milk and honey. 
Mother of God, this was amazing! 
This is a high we didn’t want to come down from! 
To onlookers we were madmen; 
a product of the uncanny side of the spectrum.  
However, little did they know 
we were gods among mortals.

Our illuminating vibe attracted a 
group of voluptuous women. 
In this instant, Tony decided to seize the moment.
Using charms only he could apply, he 
stated a question: “Hey! What that mouth do?”  
The lovely raven-haired woman of the group 
responded with an immediate action of a lustful kiss. 
It was a mixture of seductive and sensuous 
with a spontaneous flair. 
The woman replied, “That’s what my mouth does.” 
Tony was at a loss for words. 
I had full belief this woman was a man-eater. 
Somehow with a simple kiss she managed 
to swallow Tony whole. 
After the encounter, the group vanished 
within the night.  

Cheshire cat grins encompassed 
our faces. 
Even though this event was minor, 
we knew it was the beginning to a series 
of outlandish events. 

Copyright © Ty Townsend

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Dragon Alert - DWTS

Drago’s gone to Hollywood, land of fancy cars,
Gonna crash a party — Dancing With the Stars.
It’s his favorite TV show, watching twirlers whirl,
You can surely guess, his favorite dancing girl.

Sharna Burgess. Duh!  It’s a redhead every time.
Chasing Reds will kill him!  Way before his Prime.
That’s exactly what his favorite uncle said.
“But wait a minute” Drago says, “Uncle Jack’s not dead!”

Point well taken Drago, but this we know is true,
taking after Uncle Jack is nothing you should do.
This we also know though, Uncle Jack is not in jail,
but not for lack of trying, and breaking hearts along the trail.

REAL DRAGON’s headed there! (If the rumor’s true)
Is he after Rumor Willis? (He likes her daddy too)
But if he’s chasing Sharna things will get their worst.
Sharna will belong to the dragon gets there first.

(They think!)    But, maybe not, you know?
The Stars are already matched, with pretty dancing pros.
I think if those two Dragons make it on the show
Dancing With the Stars will be “Dancing on Some Toes.”

Copyright © John Wulf

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Dolly had a scarlet doll

                                          Dolly had a scarlet doll
                                        In the summer it could roll
                                             Last fall a blunder
                                           Doll gulped a thunder
                                       She messed up all in a ball

        Dolly had a scarlet doll: Limerick: Copyright © Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty
                                           17 November 2014


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A Fine Flavor between lines

Is it Love
a simple bowl of ice cream
sweating from the heat
cherries on the top
huddled 'round and looking sweet
two little wooden paddles
pretend that they are spoons
as we sit beneath the stars
in the savor of the moon
your lips are all I see
as they caress them with a passion 
the cherries on your tongue
in a delightful playful fashion 
with our eyes intent and focused
in a stare of solemn trust
Is this ice cream truly love
or is it merely cherry lust

Copyright © Jerry T Curtis

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The Substance of Life

Life is in essence the sunrise at dawn A touch of fresh colour when a picture is drawn That first morning breathe of mountain crisp air Feelings created by an old teddy bear. Life echoes bright colours that appear in the spring Or the freedom created when using a swing That contentment you feel when hugging your love Wonder inspired watching the flight of a dove. Life means compassion and extending your hand Enjoyment accomplished when working the land That melodious sound as soft waves touch the shore Time in the mountains and their majestic contour. Life is a right choice and stopping what’s wrong Enjoying one’s thoughts away from the throng That joy that is felt from a giggling wee child Or the fragrance of flowers grown in the wild Life’s about peace, satisfaction and smiles Walking a coastline that stretches for miles That pleasure to stop and hear birds as they sing Sitting down with another, caring and listening Life is for reading a poem that’s been penned Strolling in forests while leaves slowly descend Life is for living not squandered on sorrow Make the most of the now and, Look forward to tomorrow.

Copyright © Mark Woods

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                            Fond of the Koalas and scared of the roaches
                             She was shot to the land of Koalaroaches 
                                        First thing she could do
                                           Bopeep peekaboo  
                          Koalas said "hey buddies someone encroaches"      

                                   Land of Koalaroaches: Limerick
                                            17 November 2014


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By morning wake
When the light in my face
I'm reminded of your disgrace!

How can I do this to myself?
How I wish Calgon would take me away?
Will I ever wake like the melody of the Blue Jay?

What am I suppose to do?
Shut myself down from this misery?
Emotionless, because I am too weak to be strong

It's my fault for inviting
-he that dropped my heart from cloud nine
Well, I have nothing else to say.
Except, "life has no meaning, and here I am GONE!"


Copyright © SKAT A

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Golden Dreams

The Leprechaun.

Run, run, run as fast as you can...
I'm still gonna get you, my little green man...
I grabbed on to the gold buckle on his waist...
I held him down, with no time to waste...
I tied The Leprechaun to a hollow tree,
Broke off a branch and poked him on the knees.
I kept on poking him with a stick.
I kept nagging him to reveal his magic trick.

This little shamrock kid would not break.
He kept insisting THE LEPRECHAUN legend was fake.

This little odd dwarf kept lying about his mythical pot of gold. 
I kept repeating all the stories I've been told..  
Nagging him and nagging him~ FOR HIS POT OF GOLD!
He lied, about the fables, telling me his gold does not exist...
The Leprechaun refused to hear the clover list...


It's been 7 days!
And, still he won't give up, what's at the end of the rainbow. 
Tickling his little Eskimo toes,
Running feathers underneath his nose. 
"Look you little green treasure troll, I've captured you, and demand the gold!"
"You won't get me with your tricks!"
"So don't even try to outwit me with your silly MAGIC!" 

I suppose his silver-tongue, will have to do,
And the little gold buckles on his shoe.
I got tired of trying to make him see, my point of view.
I got a better deal and trade for a monkey at the zoo.
Now the lions are enjoying a Pot of Leprechaun Stew. 
After All! 
Nothing I did, made him unfold.
All I wanted was his pot of gold!


Copyright © Poet Destroyer A