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[aid] => mick
[title] => Leprechaun In My Garden
[time] => 2014-07-06 21:14:32
[hometext] => He's gonna get his. LOL
[bodytext] => There's a leprechaun in my garden stomping all over my soil, I'm trying to prepare it for flowers with the sweat of my brow, I've toiled. He is extremely mischievous he pees all over the place, tries to kill my trees and grass and then, laughs in my face. I can't stand him at times he ruins every little thing, at one time, he was my friend but, now, it's just trouble he brings. I've been waiting since last year for him to get away from me, I have tried everything possible now, he just won't let me be. I've kicked him out of my house threw his stuff out onto the lawn, I think he's paying me back he bugs me from night until dawn. I'll have to do something something that I won't regret, I'll get him back for sure that will be a sure bet. I'll steal his shoes and hide them shave his beard off his face, make him wear lots of make-up only then, maybe he'll be disgraced. He'll surely be ashamed of himself for nagging me morning, noon and night, I will have to make sure to give him quite a fright. I went out and sprayed my garden with a concoction of disgusting things, the smell it gave off was extremely gross a lot of trouble, Mr. Leprechaun, I will bring. He found out what I was doing saw the clothespin upon my nose, quietly laughed, while running to my barn then, sprayed me with the garden hose. I really wasn't expecting this now I truly disapprove, I can't stand his shenanigans guess I will have to move. He laughed and pointed his finger I had anger written all over my face, he kicked me, while I was down my own medicine, I could taste. I have tried so hard this year to get this wee bugger back, he has done it to me again mischievous intelligence, I do lack. I can't seem to get him back it doesn't matter what I do, I've been planning this for quite a while hoping he wouldn't have a clue. Guess I'll have to throw in the towel I know when I have been beat, maybe next year, I'll have some luck and my garden will be nice and neat. For now, I'll have to put up with him stomping all over my soil, there's a leprechaun in my garden watching him dance, makes my blood boil. Copyright © Cynthia Jones Mar.17/2013 [comments] => 5 [counter] => 255 [topic] => 42 [informant] => Cynthia [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => mythology )
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