Pot o' Gold
by Kell Inkston
is inside this bush? Marian asks
with a pointed glare.
Irishman wearing green, clenches his teeth into
the form of a huge, nervous smile. Oh, dear
lassy, taint a thing but ye barbs and ye
thorns. Ye best be on your way.
The lady, a
pro at spotting liars, draws back with a
condescending gaze and a winners smirk.
Oh? Not a pot of gold?
lassy, where ever did you get such a silly idea?
she rolls her eyes, its Saint Pats
day, youre a short green man with one of
those stupid buckle hats- youre obviously a
leprechaun. She starts moving to the side,
and he quickly meets her.
Im dressed this way for me
me wee mum,
she loves the color green
and buckle hats.
certainly am not!
good one, so how do I get the pot of gold? Do I
just grab it? Or do I sing some song? This is my
first time finding one.
lassie please hear me out.
She pushes him
aside and goes for the thick green brush. Thanks,
but Im too lucky to stop now. She
says right before she walks into the giant void
leading to the Irish slave mines.
green man chuckles. Works every time.