I am a small green man of old age,
Intoxicated to the right stage.
Never getting so drunk,
That I smell like a skunk,
Or end up on the papers front page.
I have two leather pouches I carry,
With coins that will make you contrary.
The silver coin returns,
As most everyone learns
The gold turns to leaves, light and airy.
Oh Mortals, do you think me a fool?
As for my crock of gold, you do drool.
I did bury it so good,
It could be where you stood,
Cause I think your as blind as a mule..
If you catch me, I will guarantee,
A great wealth if allowed to go free.
But you better take care,
I can vanish in air,
And that will be the last you see me. |
Poem Style – Limrick / Poem Catagory – Funny
Written by Lady Kathleen
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About Ladykathleen
I am a Website Designer, but I love to write for fun. My passion is writing poerty as well as other things. I hope you have enjoyed my poems. And perchance there was one that made you smile or made you think, well then my job is done. I also have tryed my hand at writing a book, well more a fable, and instead of publishing through normal channels I have decided to give a copy to anyone that donates to help run my sites, You can find out more about this in the side panel of this blog. Thank you again for visiting.
