Saint Patty S Day Poem -Enjoy

LEPRECHAUN (3/16/12) The leprechauns are singing and dancing Around their pot of gold For they have a story that must be told. Of a man who they called St. pat Who through his fear pulled in the welcome mat. He knew that the wee people were mischievous beings And all they done he was seeing. They would play jokes on all around Although they couldn't be seen, and didn't make a sound. They would go to the nearest inns And spike the ales and the gin. Once they saw that everyone was polluted They would go in and their purses would be looted. This was how they could fill their pots of gold Or at least that's how the story was told. They knew that most would tend to forget And this was the easiest way yet. Being robbed and not recalling And their wives would start their balling. Now if one of them could be caught To their pots of gold, that person must be brought But On this pot of gold there was a spell cast That if taken- it would not last It would be spent drinking the night away And in the morning, the leprechauns would once again play. So enjoy this ST. PATTY S day For in their hands the gold will stay.