Leprechaun-itis
by Rachel Hoyt
Image © 2012 Rachel Hoyt. All rights reserved.
A fellow named Pat liked to pinch
And found sneaking it was a cinch
Around the office
If he was cautious
And no one saw his fancy flinch.
But after five years of wincing
About phantom finger pinching
The gals around work
Pledged to find the jerk
Causing dreadful derriere dimpling.
It didn't take long to see that
The most likely culprit was Pat.
So they turned him in,
To H.R. boss, Finn,
Who said he'd stop the pinching brat.
But the thing that no one foresaw,
The defense that left all in awe -
"Leprechaun-itis
makes me pinch like this.
Been doing it since birth. Ask my ma."
Poem "Leprechaun-itis" © 2012 Rachel Hoyt. All rights reserved.
