Shenanigans & Malarkey

I actually bought a candle for St. Patrick's Day and on it says, "Shenanigans and Malarkey" It gave me the idea for this poem.

A young leprechaun hides in the forest

Searching for her pot of gold

Dressed in Green and Yellow, unable to rest

Until her property is back at home.

Long red waves flow over her shoulders

As the wind blows oh so softly around her

The birds and the trees whistling in a chorus,

The leaves rustle as she spots a 4-leaf clover.

Then she spots another.

And another.

The young leprechaun follows the trail

Down a path, past a stream

Until finally, she eyes a most curious moss

Instead of green, it is blue

And something shiny peaks through

Why it's her pot of gold!

Hiding beneath the strange flora

The moss nestles her stash from the cold

Her gold has a glowing aura.

No matter how it got here,

Time to get into some Shenanigans

And Malarkey.

Happy St. Patrick's Day Everyone!!

Thanks so much for reading!