Leprechaun Women
There are the legends of leprechaun men,
But nary a one of the women.
The truth be told, the women do scold
The cobblers for hoarding mass gold;
So leprechaun men lock underground dens
To silence groaned tales of wage sins.
The women are draped
In gold threaded capes —
Wear shoes of finest leather;
Yet still they're not pleased,
Or faintly appeased,
By wealth so stingily ceased.
Being forced to damp ground,
Roofs unsound,
Leaks do wet their dresses;
So women remorse
While spinning gold coarse
And ponder on sainted divorce.
Having no leprechaun lawyers,
To share spouse riches upon,
They decorate sod and dance caves shod
Of blinding, sparkling coin . . .
And bare the weight
Of molten corsets —
Coin attached to loin!
One day they'll revolt —
These leprechaun women;
I pity the men when they do,
For no more will they have
Any treasure to spare
Or wives dancing in new cobbled shoes.
— Patricia Spork
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