Lear and Liam Win Over The Leprechauns

Liam the lowly leprechaun sought
just one thing, to fashion a fiddle
that played good music that couldn't be bought.
The teachers, the wood, the strings to diddle

made it hard to learn craft that didn't come easy,
meanwhile, leprechauns scoffed and ridiculed.
He made one and another as his friends teased
but songs squeaked horribly, quite constrictalooed.

On March seventeen lightening felled oldest oak.
Liam gathered wood with magic hoped inside
sure this would sound sweet or he's broke.
Bent he worked day after day when, woe betide,

the fiddle was done in time for summer's grand festival
but no one knew 'til the moment arrived for competition.
Liam took the stage while jeers rang out and it felt like a crestival
he climbed to raise his bow. But play he did with no need for contrition

for sky lightening and ancient oakness combined
to produce such music that all called: sublime!


Written in response to Kerry O'Connor over at Imaginary Gardens with Real Toads who wrote about Edward Lear whose birthday is in May and asked us to let some nonsense happen. I love his made up words so thought I'd give it a try.