Who said the "luck of the Irish" was "good" luck?
29.11.2009 - 01.11.2009
Now I tell ye a tale of an unlucky leprechaun
From a far off western coast he traveled abroad.
He took a trip across the sea,
Chased by the curse of one Mr. Murphy
Where there was drink, he had a hole in his cup
Where there was food, no fork to eat it up
Just two wooden spikes to grab bits of rice
And some ants on his plate who weren’t very nice.
He arrived on this foreign land with no idea in his head
Had the curse flew among the clouds and onto his bed
When he awoke in the morning he blinked a few times,
And he felt something strange, as if he was free of his crimes.
He stepped onto a land where his pot of gold could survive
Where the wink of one’s eye was one of trust and not jive
A job, not in a mine, but on a worthy hill true to its word
Though some things disagreeable were spoken, mostly good things were heard.
They taught quickly, and he learned presently fast
The future was the future, and the past was the past
He finished, in fun time, and frolicked to the finish
And was off to his school and not to Roan Inish
Fear gripped his heart as he foresaw a drought
This he knew was the part where the bottom would fall out
Mr. Murphy must be lying, mischievously hidden
Waiting for his chance to make the elf Twice Bitten.
But lo and behold, it was not so
Around his head, a ring of luck began to glow!
A place he did find spacious and fitted,
With Piano, guitar, kitchen, and roommated!
The accompanying fellow knew the tongue of the people
Finding needs and goodies was very helpful.
Not only that, just so happened there was a scooter
To discover new lands and not just be a commuter.
“Aye”, the leprechaun thought, “Mi curse has been purged!”
Alas, the sun came out, and a beautiful rainbow emerged.