The wishing wells run dry
No comets sweep the sky
No candles on the cake and
My prayers have been forsaken
The blarney stone's scabbed over
Nothing extra on a three leaf clover
There's no one in the lamp
The lucky glove's knocked out the champ
No gold at rainbows end
The leprechaun is not your friend
There's no penny to pick up
And nothing sweet about the loving cup
All the luck, wishes and dreams have been hurled
We've broken everything good in this world
YOU ARE READING
Poetry Shmoetry! ~ Various Poetry ~ by PJ Perry
ŞiirMy Mind, My Work, My Love, My Lust, My Dish, My Dirt, My Chalk, My Cheese, My Passion, My Pain, My Ass, Your Face!
