(This is a fictional poem) <br /> <br />Some people have said that you'll get a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow. <br />But I learned the hard way that that isn't so. <br />I found the gold but when I turned my back, it was gone. <br />It was taken back by a darn Leprechaun. <br />That Leprechaun kicked my shin and bit my crotch after I called him an indian giver. <br />Then he hit me with a crowbar and pushed me in the river. <br />He said that a Native American giver was what he was supposed to be called. <br />When I got out of the river, I gave him a swift kick in the balls. <br />I was wet and I was very mad. <br />I grabbed that little bastard and beat him with every ounce of energy I had. <br />I learned that Leprechauns not only dress in green, they bleed green too. <br />As he picked up his teeth, he didn't know what to do. <br />I told him that if I didn't get the gold I'd whoop him again. <br />But here came fifty Leprechauns and I sure as hell didn't win. <br />Their tiny little fists broke most of my bones. <br />If you see any Leprechauns, you'd better leave them alone.<br /><br />Randy Johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/that-s-my-gold/
