Caren Krutsinger Poet Rhyme

I Drove Away From My Relatives

I was embarrassed for my gold-finding prowess was slim to none.
I lived alone, in a mushroom hut, built sloppily for one.
My leprechaun relatives were braggarts, and blowhards and mean.
The things they said to put me down were evil and obscene.

A friendly cardinal named Ed saw them for who they were.
He told me I had to get away, he gave me ideas to stir.
He showed me where Old Man Ligglie Howser buried all his gold.
The man was long-gone from the spot, in a home for the truly old.

I started digging up buckets of gold that very night.
I was careful to hide all of these pieces, clearly out of sight
I bought a red Ford 250 Truck with all the trimming.
I drove away from my relatives with gold pieces clearly brimming.

I gave a little gold to Magna-Fe, a shape-shifter-professional witch.
She changed Cardinal Ed into a handsome lad, although he had a slight twitch.
We married in a little church, in a ceremony so light.
Ed turns into a cardinal in the evenings, so he can do his finder-flight.

He finds the gold and I dig it up. These Leprechauns are so silly.
They use their gardens, throwing the cauldrons willy-nilly.
I have become famous in town, as the Leprechaun Gold-Finding Queen.
And I have wiped my feet of my relatives who were always truly mean.

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Paul Dick March 21, 2019 at 6:11 AM lovely story telling wrapped in verse.keep up the good work and thank you for the lovely comment on mine Caren Krutsinger March 21, 2019 at 9:12 AM You are so welcome, my friend. Thank you for the visit.

Rhona Mcferran March 20, 2019 at 10:23 PM I loved and FAVed this one... terrific story!! ;D (And I sympathize with you on hanging pictures.... what a pain!! Only, I never get to put that many holes in the wall, as my husband gets annoyed and insists that I just leave well enough alone! ;P) Caren Krutsinger March 20, 2019 at 11:03 PM I put 52 nail holes in my walls today, and I am only about one third of the way finished. But when I look up I see a magical kingdom of my own making for it is all my paintings of witches, dragons, unicorns, pirates, faeries, cats, dogs, kokopellis, owls, flowers, trees, bees, tulips, eagles, castles, and mice being devoured by cats. Ha!

Nette Onclaud March 20, 2019 at 2:39 PM ohh, a fantasy-filled tale well told, caren... how amazing!..huggs Caren Krutsinger March 20, 2019 at 4:03 PM I love fantasy; count on it daily. It cheers me up, rolls me around, spits me out and makes me dance.

Tom Cunningham March 20, 2019 at 1:45 PM Good riddance to them I say, you should write a book of fairytales teaming up with Nina. Tom. Caren Krutsinger March 20, 2019 at 4:04 PM I think Nina would be doing most of the work, as this is her genre'. I feel a bit like a poser, Tom.

Mystic Rose Rose March 20, 2019 at 11:23 AM Ah, you did it wisely and smoothly, You got the magic girl for telling tales and erasing all that ails. Love and hugs xo Caren Krutsinger March 20, 2019 at 4:04 PM Thank you so much Pixie Dust. Love and hugs back my poetess friend!

Panagiota Romios March 20, 2019 at 10:25 AM You blow me away. Such creativity and imagination. Great, Love, Panagiota Caren Krutsinger March 20, 2019 at 11:06 AM Panagiota, I am sweating like a sow, attempting to line up ten of my paintings, and in the middle of "pure miserable" for I despise math, and anything to do with measuring or that kind of stuff. I decided to take a much needed break after putting 15 nail holes in a wall to hang two paintings. I am so glad that I did. You have revived me from my sadness about attempting such a horrible task!