OH, MAN….I hope she finds that pot-o-gold
she moves OK for one so old
From my “leprechaunish” bench
a gentle rain to slowly quench
soft thunder clapping a cappella
while staying dry ‘neath my umbrella.
Short legs support an impish grin
under a polka dotted whim
of rainbow’s end and colored arc
spanning the realms of light and dark,.
The thrill of finally catching me
rewarded when you set me free.
Upon a bench an elf so short
under a cone of polka dot
I really hope she finds that gold
as ancient myths grow slowly old
protected by the story tellers
red and white polka dot umbrellas.
©9/21/2017
submitted to – Red and White Polka Dot Umbrella – Poetry contest
Categories:
leprechaunish, humor, myth, rainbow,
Form: Couplet