Slava OlchevskiPoems

No. 0191 · Fenniada ·

Eye of the leprechaun

Ladies and GentlemenOn the next BOTG tryI will face that leprechaunAs in eye to eye

He is a smiling fellowHe doesn't forgive mistakesI'm fine with it, believe meTen times I have raised my stakes

I'll follow the canyon downFrom the place of warm waters haltAnd sooner than later I stumbleOn a home of Brown poult

I will be very cautiousWhile skulking down the creekIt is the leprechaun's territoryIt's not a place for the meek

I know not what I find thereI have never seen the BlazeA riddle wrapped in a mysteryThat sits at the end of the Chase

The leprechaun smiles above itHe sips some Worcestershire sauceHis eyes are fixed squarelyOn the place where all lines cross

'Tis there I meet my destiny'Tis there I give in to my fateIt's snowing in the leprechaun's kingdomTill summer I will have to wait...