©Karen A J Rinehart, 2006
(This is one of my first poems. It was for a prompt on WWAUW.)
I have a leprechaun of my very own.
You'll find him lurking near the blarney stone.
Searching for a shamrock just for me.
And dancing round a distant tree.
He loves music and drinking green beer.
Being drunk is his greatest fear.
You see drinking makes him rather bold.
Cause the little stinker stole my gold.
18 hours ago