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There's a leprechaun in my garden
stomping all over my soil,
I'm trying to prepare it for flowers
with the sweat of my brow, I've toiled.

He is extremely mischievous
he pees all over the place,
tries to kill my trees and grass
and then, laughs in my face.

I can't stand him at times
he ruins every little thing,
at one time, he was my friend
but, now, it's just trouble he brings.

I've been waiting since last year
for him to get away from me,
I have tried everything possible
now, he just won't let me be.

I've kicked him out of my house
threw his stuff out onto the lawn,
I think he's paying me back
he bugs me from night until dawn.

I'll have to do something
something that I won't regret,
I'll get him back for sure
that will be a sure bet.

I'll steal his shoes and hide them
shave his beard off his face,
make him wear lots of make-up
only then, maybe he'll be disgraced.

He'll surely be ashamed of himself
for nagging me morning, noon and night,
I will have to make sure
to give him quite a fright.

I went out and sprayed my garden
with a concoction of disgusting things,
the smell it gave off was extremely gross
a lot of trouble, Mr. Leprechaun, I will bring.

He found out what I was doing
saw the clothespin upon my nose,
quietly laughed, while running to my barn
then, sprayed me with the garden hose.

I really wasn't expecting this
now I truly disapprove,
I can't stand his shenanigans
guess I will have to move.

He laughed and pointed his finger 
I had anger written all over my face,
he kicked me, while I was down
my own medicine, I could taste.

I have tried so hard this year
to get this wee bugger back,
he has done it to me again
mischievous intelligence, I do lack.

I can't seem to get him back
it doesn't matter what I do,
I've been planning this for quite a while
hoping he wouldn't have a clue.

Guess I'll have to throw in the towel
I know when I have been beat,
maybe next year, I'll have some luck
and my garden will be nice and neat.

For now, I'll have to put up with him
stomping all over my soil,
there's a leprechaun in my garden
watching him dance, makes my blood boil.

Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Mar.17/2013

He's gonna get his. LOL
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