The Leprechaun Song

[Kyle Raiden]

One of my hobbies is writing songs and poems and stuff. I was searching through my hard drive last night (cleaning out the crap) and I stumbled across this one. I have absolutely no idea why I'm posting it, but I am.

I would like to point out that I'm a very serious musician and song-writer, and indeed author. The lameness of this song DOES NOT reflect my usual stuff...I'm pretty sure it was produced under the influence of alcohol. (Which means I wrote it while pissed, if any of you can't understand long words...) So, anyway...

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Once I had a little leprechaun,
I kept it in my bed.
I was playing with my leprechaun,
I dropped it on its head.
The doctor saw my leprechaun,
But bad news he said:
Don't drop your little leprechaun
Or it will soon be dead.

[Lilaena De'Ville]

It's a euphamisim, am I rite?

;) It's cute.

[Razielle Shadana]

Tis a limerick, me lassy! ;)

LOL I don't know what it is but its cute. Next time I get toasted I'm going to sing it. Irish Pub song style, of course.. :p

[Jacen]

Aye...a fine choice me lad it is to sing a song of my island.

[Stafford]

I thought it was going to be morbid, and I guess it still is. A fine choice indeed :D

Here's something I whipped up:

Penguins are cool,
And cheese is good,
But nobody ever said,
That they didn't like wood.

Spent houuuurs on that one. Whooo

[Alex]

Thats not a limmerick...its just a random little poem. Limmericks are ones with set patterns...stuff like "I knew a young girl from Nantucket" and such.

And if ye sing it, I'm gonna charge ye for the royalties! :D

And itsn't "me lassy" something Scottish people say, not the Irish? Not that I have a problem with you saying Scots stuff, me being born there an' all, but...

[Razielle Shadana]

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analytical much?

lol I wasna being serious laddie...

[Lilaena De'Ville]

Cheese *is* good.

[Malcolm Trippen]

Originally posted by Razielle Shadana
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analytical much?

lol I wasna being serious laddie...

Neither was I. I just suck at sarcasm. :)


Here's this other thing that came to me in my sleep. Only a short one, but I think its the most original piece of poetry I've ever written.


Hey now, you are a rock star...get the game on, go and play.
Hey now, you are an allstar...get the show on, and get paid.
All that glitters is gold, and only shooting stars break the mould.


I'm considering coming up with some other verses...any suggestions?

[Selinica Miriya]

Already been done, babe. Those lyrics aren't original.

Ever heard of ...oh what was it?? ...Smashmouth?


*tee hee*

[Shade Magus]

I am not sure if he was being serious or it was another shot at sarcasm.

[Rognan Dar]

I think it was sarcasm. But like he said, he's not very good at it.

[Sanis Prent]

You're a regular Maya Angelou

[Malcolm Trippen]

Who?

[Darth Viscera]

you know, Maya Angelou. the girl who, at the age of 19 months, was afflicted by Brain Fever and thus became deaf and blind, and was later taught to read the bible by her master's wife. In the 1850's, she spirited 300 people out of slavery via the underground railroad, and would go on to campaign for Abraham Lincoln, eventually becoming the U.S. Minister to Haiti after the war.

[Marcus Telcontar]

Moderator, please move this thread to The Gaschamber.

[Sanis Prent]

Originally posted by Darth Viscera
you know, Maya Angelou. the girl who, at the age of 19 months, was afflicted by Brain Fever and thus became deaf and blind, and was later taught to read the bible by her master's wife. In the 1850's, she spirited 300 people out of slavery via the underground railroad, and would go on to campaign for Abraham Lincoln, eventually becoming the U.S. Minister to Haiti after the war.

She also fought crime dude

[Mitch]

O how I love my frying pan,
I use it every day.
It's better than a tomato can,
Or a real big bale of hay.

OR

I wish I could rhyme.
I'd do it all the time.
Instead of pantomime,
Or turning on a dime.
Some say it is a crime,
Running out of slime.
But it's really quite sublime
When I make egg foo young.

Poet Laureate, I am totally.

[Kale]

I wrote a little poem. I hope you embrace it.

Music boxes, bewildered, singing on the edges of enormity.
Squid-like sapience backflipping in the stupidity of the speed bump.
Tar Pits of sanguine liberality, vineyards of homicidal pleasurement.
I'd live with fluidity, but I've lost all panache.
Corpulent, benign, I think and reject my nihilism,
But a dynasty of candor eviscerates all.

I breathe. I self-anihilate. I belch.
The radioactive tangerines of existentialism recreate my dreams.
All is pedantic.

[Darth Viscera]

Originally posted by Sanis Prent
She also fought crime dude

no, you're thinking of Hellen "Batman" Douglas Tubman.

[Stafford]

Music boxes, bewildered, singing on the edges of enormity.
Squid-like sapience backflipping in the stupidity of the speed bump.
Tar Pits of sanguine liberality, vineyards of homicidal pleasurement.
I'd live with fluidity, but I've lost all panache.
Corpulent, benign, I think and reject my nihilism,
But a dynasty of candor eviscerates all.

I breathe. I self-anihilate. I belch.
The radioactive tangerines of existentialism recreate my dreams.
All is pedantic

*snaps fingers*

Jive, man...