Leprechaun Limerick Poems | Examples

These Leprechaun Limerick poems are examples of Limerick poems about Leprechaun. These are the best examples of Limerick Leprechaun poems written by international poets.


Premium MemberLeprechaun

An imp plied Guinness to a Banshee trick
The wraith in anger gave him chase right quick,
After her gold he did dig
The Leprechaun danced a jig
But lost her rich hoard in a Limerick.


Premium MemberThe Spinning Leprechaud

 
Once there was an short leprechaun called Fin, he was slime green and had a big wide grin; left Ireland and lost his gold, had a sly plan to unfold . . . Leaping to pick a pocket with a S P I N !
fun

Premium MemberEscape of the Leprechaun

When a leprechaun tightly I caught,
I was hoping for gold in a pot.
But that trickster escaped.
At my hands I just gaped.
His wee britches were all that I got.

Premium MemberLimerick for a Leprechaun

Leprechaun, you have it wrong
You need to sing the barmaid’s song
Bawdy and fun
Raunchy on the run
Words just shy of a dirty bong

Leprechaun, come sit with me
Right here, on my broken knee
I will give you a pinch
Feeling each little inch
You will like it, you will see.

Premium MemberMcDougal's Irish Accent

McDugal, the Leprechaun is a gent
Mick's wife always says he was Heaven sent
He shows respect to women
In their praises he's swimmin'
They love hearin' his Irish brogue accent
© Lin Lane  Create an image from this poem.


Premium MemberLeprechaun Fine Print

A leprechaun, to me, proposed, 
at my service, to be disposed.  
He'd one more thing to say
as he jetted away.
I must catch him first, he disclosed.

Premium MemberLeprechaun

Harsh time flew and I've gotten so old,
suffering from treacheries untold, 
but when I get my hands on
that mischievous leprechaun, 
at long last, I'll have my pot of gold.

Premium MemberA Jolly Old Leprechaun

Eighty-eight years old and still going strong Have a positive approach so what could go wrong It's done me well I've answered the bell Each morning like a jolly old leprechaun
joy

Premium MemberSlightly Sprightly

The wee people, clever and sprightly, play tricks on the mortal folk, nightly. As there's mischief in me, could it possibly be I've got leprechaun charm in me, slightly?

Premium MemberGremlins Walk Into a Bar

Gremlins, gnomes, a leprechaun and thee imps 
Walked into a bar owned by some chimps 
Ate too many chips
Weight went to their hips
They rolled out later, looking like blimps

Premium MemberThe Lepre-Cohen

On Saint Pat’s Day, with the Guinness flowin’
All night long the blarney was blown’
I’ll trap a Leprechaun—I’d shout 
With chicken soup, not stout!
Then caught the rarely seen Lepre-Cohen!

Written 3/27/22

Premium MemberA Jolly Old Leprechaun

Eighty plus years and still going strong Have a positive approach so what could go wrong It's done me well I've answered the bell Each morning like a jolly old leprechaun
fun

Premium MemberWhat a Leprechaun Shouldnt Do With Gold

A Leprechaun found himself some gold though, it was very very old. He then went on a shopping spree for houses and bought, seventy three! But, he can’t pay his utilities, I’m told.
3-10-2021 Enter the 'LIMERICKS in honor of St. Patrick's Day' Poetry Contest L MILTON HANKINS

Premium MemberWee Willie the Leprechaun

Wee Willie the leprechaun,
Likes to hang out with fairies and fauns;
'Cause they're wee people you see,
Magical much like he,
And they play through the woods until dawn.

Now Willie's a bit of a joker.
Of jokes he is the town broker.
You can't put one by him,
'Cause he's the front lineman.
Like all leprechauns he's a smoker.

If you catch him he must grant a wish;
But be careful 'cause he's no dumb fish.
To get even he'll try,
You can't trust this guy,
He's mischeivous, clever and impish.

You'll just let him go if you're smart.
With his gold he never will part.
He doesn't like robbers,
Ne'er-do-wells and like jobbers,
If you're smart you'll just let him depart.
© Judy Ball  Create an image from this poem.

Premium MemberKatie O Dale St Paddys Day Plotter

St Pattys Day Limerick  L. Milton Hankins

Twas in his cups, drinking bitter ale.
His name McGonahill, first name Kale.
Irish girl gave him wink
He sputtered came up pink
A big plotter, Miss Katie O’Dale.

She would make him a respectable sort.
His friend Collum laughed, gave a little snort.
She gave him the eye too
Super good Irish shrew
On Patty’s Day they all three now cavort. 

There’s a set of twins that now hang with them.
Names Paddy and Leprechaun Shawn McFinn. 
We watch but do not stare
Drink green beer without a care
In McGongill’s Boar Tavern, oh, so grim.

Contest: St Pattys Day Limerick  
Sponsor:  L. Milton Hankins
Written 2/28/2021

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