19 March 2008

St. Patrick's Day Poetry, by Ross

There once was a Leprechaun named Steve.
He only came out at eve.
One time he left his gold.
And I sold it to the man who was old.
He likes to read.

1 comment:

Grandmoo said...

Dear Ross,
I really like this poem. The rhymes sound like you devoted a lot of thought to your expression. I hope you insisted on a high price for that gold. I read that gold costs a lot of money these days! I love you!


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