Monday, March 14, 2011

The Leprechaun

The Leprechaun

They say that all the luck,
is with the Irish,
so I went to Ireland,
to make a wish.

I went and asked a local man
how to do it.
He said, "Catch a leprechaun,
there's nothin' to it!"

I asked about finding
a four-leaf clover.
He said, "Oh no,
that fad's over."

Then I asked him
about the Blarney Stone.
He told me that myth
had long been outgrown.

I wondered where to find one.
"Are they on the map?"
"Oh no, you've got to build
a leprechaun trap."

I asked him if he could help,
he told me that he could,
we'd need rope, whiskey
a carrot and a pile of wood.

I went off
to get all of the stuff,
while the man took out
his pipe to puff.

I hurried back
with every little thing,
then he said
we'd also need my gold ring.

And then all of the rope,
he had me coil out,
put the carrot in the middle,
and then made me shout.

"To all the leprechauns,
in this great green land,
behold I give you
this gold ring from my hand."

I slipped the ring,
over the carrot root,
then made three circles around it
with my leather boot.

I surrounded it with some wood,
I'd got from a tree,
I went to pour on the whiskey,
he said, "Whoa, that's for me!"

I handed him the jug,
he took a great big swaller.
I asked what was next,
he gave me some words to holler.

After I shouted the magic words,
the leprechaun would appear.
I'd then jump in the pile,
and nab him by the ear!

I then shouted out,
with all my might,
the secret words,
as day turned to night.

"All hail the little people,
who are meek but wise,
they can appear to you,
in any disguise."

"They might show up
as a cat or sparrow,
they are sly and swift
as a flying arrow."

"They are keen and smart,
the brightest on the planet.
Come out now and please,
take my wish- and grant it."

I dove on the pile,
but a leprechaun there was not.
All the wood fell in on me,
and in the snare I was caught!

I felt the carrot,
the ring was gone!
And upon the pile,
the man jumped on!

He sang out loud with much glee,
"You've fallen for my curse!"
My ring gleamed on his finger,
and he had my coin purse.

He did a little jig
and he drank from the jug,
"Remember, my boy,
leprechaun's lie like a rug!"

I watched him dance away,
and on this you can bet,
my fondest wish was...
that we had never met.

1 comment:

  1. I have wanted to write a leprechaun poem for quite some time now and this leprechaun poem just came to me today. It is just in time for St. Patrick's day so read this leprechaun poem on St. Patrick's day for good luck!