Leprechauns Curse
My gold for your love my flighty flirty girl,
You spin my head in a special certain whirl.
Our love not to be allowed, forebode to succeed.
My fairy princess of my soul and heart, indeed,
Leprechaun and you, fluttering fairy to see,
Our hearts and passions will not truly ever be.
Therefore, I secure my soul offer my pot of gold.
That anyone will seek to capture me so bold.
I will trade Gold, for the magic, I seek divine.
That I become a fairy prince, and make you mine,
If my wish shall never be granted until the end of time,
I place a curse on poets, upon their labor of all rhyme.
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