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There was a girl from the City,
who the boys thought was really pretty.
They wined her and dined her
but only to find her
sporting a nine inch ditty.
“But, boys,” she would say,
“don’t go away.
There’s so much I can do for you.
I’ve got what you need,
no need to plead,
I’m more than willing to screw you.”
“I mean… have you screw me,
in anyway you please,
your pleasure is my intent.
So, relax while you can,
I’m not really a man.
Well – only to some extent.”
The boys said, “What?”
“That’s some kind of cock
hanging between your thighs.
You put most men to shame
bringing that kind of game
with your girth in addition to size.”
“But, I’m under a spell!
I really can’t tell
because it would add more years,
to this curse I am under,
it’s really a blunder,
I’m a woman with a man’s set of gears.”
“Ya, ya… OK…” the men would say.
Certainly no one believed it.
The penis that hung strapped like a gun
on the woman who said she didn’t need it.
“It was the Leprechauns!
Those mad little pawns
of magic and mystery and cash.
I found their pot
of gold in a spot
that was hidden with most of their stash.”
“They cursed me then,
gave me two score and ten
to be in a man’s set of shoes.
Said maybe I’d learn
what it feels like to yearn,
only ending with balls that are blue.”
“You’re joking, right?
You didn’t put up a fight
against those men dressed in green?
With hair of red,
you’ve nothing to dread,
they’re not bad, they just look kinda mean.”
“OK, OK… what ever you say,
I guess you just think it’s silly.
Whatever I do,
the fact still is true,
I’m a woman endowed with a Willie.”
Then, from the rear
of the crowd gathered here,
a deep voice cut through it all.
“Twas the Leprechaun’s, it was
who caused all this buzz,
giving her a man’s set of balls!”
“They did the same in reverse
to me – I am cursed.
I have that woman’s vajayjay.
They thought it was fun to take my gun
and attach it to her as a waylay.”
“From what, you may ask?
From life! And it’s task
of living and loving and fun.
She found their gold
and from what I’m told,
she didn’t even tell anyone.”
“But, that mattered not,
in their trap she was caught,
the gold still in her hand.
So they cast a spell,
now no one can tell,
Is she woman?
Or is she man?”
“From a thousand miles away,
the curse came into play
against my man parts, you see.
They did a switch
and left an itch
where my balls ought to be.”
“I was caught by surprise
and I couldn’t surmise
what, indeed had happened to me.
My manhood was gone,
replaced by a thong
and now, I sit to pee.”
“For years I’ve searched
to end this curse
of this woman’s part on me.
And, now it will end –
come closer, my friend,
and I’ll tell you what shall be.”
“The magic within us can be reversed.
The Leprechauns used a mild curse
to switch our parts
from me to you.
And here is what we have to do.”
“If we lay together on St. Patrick’s Day,
in a field of clover down Blarney Way,
At the stroke of one,
it will come undone,
when we utter these words this way.”
“My part is mine own,
not hers or his,
not to be switched
like some side show biz.
I do unto it,
what is right for me.
It’s not a toy for some Leprechauns glee.”
“By laying together
and joining the two,
your part to me
and my part to you,
we’ll undo the magic
that curses us here.
And we’ll have HAPPY HOURS
for the rest of our years!”
Leprechaun
2 ounces Irish Whiskey
tonic water
Fill rocks glass with ice. Add whiskey. Fill with tonic. Garnish with lemon twist.
Enjoy!










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