The brook-side meadow's quiet, shadows gone Overwhelming green struck in private hues The stream bank channels and tree roots confuse The light is magic dancing after dawn There in the tangle hides the leprechaun There in the tangle his mischief is planned Scratching his bearded chin, pipe in his hand Prides in his trickery, crusty old con Harassed and hunted by unthoughtful souls Not any wonder he's social inept He is pursued for the gold he controls But they do not know it's not physically kept Pursuit of the rainbow earth not apart The leprechaun's gold is found in your heart rc
I found a four leaf clover hoping it would help me write But I just kept writing haikus and other short, miserable ***** So I made a big spit about vanity, and how all other poets were lame Spewing all my most petulant thoughts, and in time, soiling my name
But although I'm now seen as a fool, a sad, childish, pathetic clown I'm still trying to pretend I'm cool And attempting to bring you all down
Education never made it passed basic spelling But I still hope to write words at least somewhat compelling It's unfair and you ****, all your words are so old Stay away from my rainbow and my *** of gold!
Ormond, you inspire me with how awful you are. Thanks, buddy! Love ya, dear. <3