Lolly was a Leprechaun

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Lolly was a Leprechaun

Who lived inside a Tree

A joy little fellow

As happy as could be

He loved a little fairy maiden

Who was called Penelope

And every day he used to watch

Her swimming in the river wild and free

And she used to flap her tiny wings

And fly around the place

In and out of the bushes

With such style and grace

The Blues and Greens mixed in her wings

Shone so spectacularly, and with ease

And the little Red and Blue dress she wore

Would rustle wildly in the breeze

But she rarely noticed Lolly

For he was not her type at all

She was in love with Peter pan

And ran at his every call

So lolly became miserable

And down in the dumps was he

And started staying in his hideout

Beneath the old Oak tree

But the fairy Godmother noticed

What was taking place down by the Pond

And tried to get Lolly to venture out

Down past the old Mill and far beyond

To find another Fairy

Who would love him in return

For he had so much feeling deep inside

And for Penelope he did yearn

As he sat upon a Mushroom

In a leafy glade in Butterfly Wood

He saw another little Fairy

So pretty and looked so good

Her found out her name was Mary

She had a captivating smile

And she was smitten with lolly’s bright blue eyes

So they began courting for a while

Now Lolly was a happy little Leprechaun again

Now true love had come his way

He would sing and dance the whole day through

Since Mary had come his way

The moral of this little tale

Never give up on happiness it may not be far away

It may be just around the corner, down by the stream

Who are we to say

  • Author: Owen Robert Cullimore (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 6th, 2026 03:06
  • Comment from author about the poem: Just a few lines of mystical thought
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • In collections: Poems in Story Form.
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  • sorenbarrett

    A lovely story with a lovely moral all put to rhyme. What is best may not be what we originally plan but will turn out in the end. Well done



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