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