There were two leprechauns from Galway.
One had a red beard and drank all day.
He gambled his gold,
Had celebrations untold,
And partied his entire life away.
The other elf lived in a burrow
Near the end of the fabled rainbow.
His pot he hid well.
Only one did he tell.
He felt safe and secure in his meadow.
But in the end he, too, was betrayed
And the robbers he could not evade.
His shamrock was lost.
His gold was the cost
And his drunken friend led the parade.
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.16 seconds at 12:25pm on Nov 02, 2024 via server web2.