No Blarney Poem by Burt Poole

I’ll tell you true, it is no blarney,
From Dublin Town to old Killarney,
The Leprechauns would dance with glee
To learn of what you gave to me.
One of their own, with shamrock green,
The biggest hat that I have seen, with
Checkered suit and bright green vest,
A lovely beard down to his chest.
Like Hogan’s goat or Patty’s pig,
Like Galway Bay or Irish jig,
This Leprechaun with devilish smile,
Reminds me of the Emerald Isle.
So on lapel I’ll wear this pin
On Patrick’s Day, ‘twill be no sin.
‘Tis quite unique, I tell no tales,
An Irish gift that came from Wales.