a poem in my pocket

once upon a misty moon
i think it was the month of june
a sight enough to make one swoon
i met a leprechaun

his knickers and his jacket green
shamrocks gave his hat a sheen
his beady eyes stared at me keen
then he began to laugh

“aye’ve never met a girl before
but shouldn’t ya wear a pinafore
to cover clothes fer doin’ chores?”
i looked down at myself

i saw the mud caked on my dress
and realized hair was all a mess
but how it happened couldn’t confess
then i awoke from dream