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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Comedy · #2219429
O’Reilly needs a scapegoat for damaging the flowerbed.
(He said ’twas done by Leprechauns, 
  that damage to her flower bed.
  His wife looked him dead in the eye;
  O’Reilly turned three shades of red.)


Thus in the tree O’Reilly built
a home for Leprechauns to stay.
I shall believe in Leprechauns—
for me, belief is good today!


He did not hold to superstition; 
yet this time he embraced the odd.
O’Reilly came home full of beer,
and through the flower bed he trod.

I drink too much, O’Reilly thought, 
and now impatiens I do in.
I’ll feel the ire of my wife
upon my head with rolling pin!


But now the supernatural 
can be my lot of saving grace.
I’ll tell my wife what I believe,
and do it with a level face.

(Therefore he had to justify 
  belief in Leprechauns all right.
  He wanted to be sure she knew
  that Leprechauns were imps at night.)

Then later on a neighbor called 
and asked why he talked to the tree.
“It’s Leprechauns.” O’Reilly said…
"My wife still gets the best of me."



28 Lines
Writer’s Cramp
4-18-20
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