Magic Poems
By
Gypsy Joy.

Between the grass of Eire’s green
A cute feline was seen
Grabbed by a leprechaun
Named Tricky Shaun
Throwing his coin he told her from now on you are mine.

That’s fine said the sweet feline
But there is one thing you should be told
I may grab your pot of gold
Should you not keep up my fashion touch
Be assured I will have the royal flush.

Dancing as if stung by a bee
The leprechaun let the feline free
He was last seen
Jumping up and down in Eire’s green
Shouting:
“No one gets hold of my precious pot of gold!”