Where Rainbows End

A gold hunter notices you, but he doesn't seem to like company...

"I've been looking for pots of gold all my life.
You know, the kind you find where rainbows end.

My boots are worn, my cap is torn,
Good thing my walking stick's still in one grand piece.
Hah! You thought I'd make that rhyme, didn't ya?

Well, this ain't no bloody poem,
There's nothing here for you but sticky foam!
Snizzles that wasn't my intention,
See what you're doing with your nasty intervention!

Just leave me be you thief of treasures!
Or soon you'll rob me of my long-sought pleasures!

Arghh!!

There's 'nother gush of colour!
Off I go 'til the sun goes under!"

Reviews

[Trevor Jay Bloodworth]

Funny. I actually kinda chuckled while reading this.