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Written by Dtya York
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Tuesday, 14 October 2008 |
I married an Irishman...
He calls himself my "naughty" Leprechaun...
He thinks I'm hiding a Pot O' Gold,
"somewhere" on my body...
So he searches everyday,
in hopes of finding his treasure...
His ex-wife is a real Troll...
He had 2 sons with her...
He's afraid they'll be frockin fairies...
The ex is a wee ugly Lesbian now...
She owns a small fishery...
Her girlfriend left her...
She caught her fishing for "trouser-trout" again...
But being an wee ugly lil troll,
none were "biting" her line
She stays under the bridge,
eating dingle berries...
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