Just 3 wishes–
is my curse.
Where’s my gold,
where’s my purse?

Yes, wrought iron–
burns my flesh.
There’s no rainbow,
ending this quest.

Clever I am–
seeking my bride.
Every thousand years,
they try to hide.

I’ll drink you f***er–
right under the table.
No 4-leaf clover,
can stop my fable.

A wee-man’s home–
has many surprises.
Don’t cheat me f***er,
I hate compromises.

I don’t eat potatoes–
I eat your face.
I’m only 2-foot tall,
but I don’t discriminate.

I’m not lucky–
but I dig shoes.
I f*** pixies,
and elves too.

Every slick shilling–
an unfortunate wish.
Articulate carefully,
cause I have tricks.