I decided to consult the tiki about my blog posts . The tiki consulted with his buddy , the green tiki . They hang out together on the wisteria trellis .
The green tiki wouldn’t say much . Didn’t . Well , they don’t , those tikis .
There was a little gnome in my oregano patch . I hadn’t noticed him at first . He was happy ; I think he was gleeful because he pretends to be a leprechaun on Saint Patrick’s Day .
” Merely foppery ! ” said the pair of leprechauns standing among dishes .
Had they put the sign on the door ?
I asked them in my best Gaelic : ” Where’s the pot of gold ? ” But , they didn’t get it . I didn’t demand it , ’cause they would have had , then , to turn it over . That’s the rule .
I went out back again to consult the chief tiki. Hey , why would I want a pot of gold ? Might ruin my life . Wouldn’t be the first time that kind of thing happened to someone . What do you think , tiki ?
Tiki seemed to say : Take time to smell the roses .
Then ask around . Get an idea what people are thinking .
I consulted Honest Abe . He was sullen .
I decided : why not ! Demand that pot of gold ! But , when I went back…………..
……………………..yeah , They were gone . Leprechauns do that .