I had a spot of trouble while in Kelly's Irish Bar,
yu may think that my tale is rather queer,
a leprechaun jumped up on the counter,I thought:How Bizarre.
but then the bugger sneezed into my beer!
I handed him a tissue,but he didn't wipe his nose,
I sipped my drink and asked him to refrain,
he dropped a shamrock on the bar, for good luck, I suppose,
then sneezed into my Guiness once again!
It almost made my nose fall off into the beer I had,
but Irish cup of luck's OK with me.
With a big zingity zang and a few pippity pangs,
You'll be having good luck just watch and see.
The scent of the leprechaun slowly effused through the room.
I quickly grabbed the leprechaun and threw him a dare.
"My beer,your beer,we'll see who first meets doom."
"Are ye up for the dare if ye care?We'll see who wins first."
The leprechaun showed off a hyenish grin,
and the beer screamed and popped as he took it with thirst.
Both took beers and held them high once again.
"Ye think ye can beat me,your sin thinning with age,
But i'm a leprechaun, you sack of bones."
My heart,so large,popped and filled my body with rage.
To think a leprechaun had such a harsh tone.
The leprechaun and I graciously gulped down the beer,
watching each other, watching the round mugs,
I could win, I could lose but what I needed was here.
Slamming down our mugs,spilling beer on the rugs.
"Aye, ye are good but are ye among one of the best?
To beat me, you will need some irish luck."
One mug led to another,carrying onto the rest
Neither one felt like they were going to chuck.
Day after day,week after week.Nothin seemed to have ceased.
Both were tired and filled to the rim
To have a leprechaun as one such a beast,
And have his vision very slowly dim.
This isn't a tale like Goldilocks and the three bears,
to frolickly skip through the woods at dawn.
Never ever bet with a leprechaun or take any dares,
Because if you do, you should end up gone.
/Continued into the next blog.