An Irish Pub
In an Irish Pub, on St. Patricks Day,
I was drinking a traditional green beer.
In a lively conversation, I heard a man say,
that Irish folklore contained nothing to fear.
He stated that Leprechauns did not exist,
then got up, without giving his name.
As he reached the door, he did insist,
"but they're there just the same."
Copyright © Sandra L. Weiss | Year Posted 2021
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