{"id":602,"date":"2015-08-06T01:31:31","date_gmt":"2015-08-06T06:31:31","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.poemsforpatti.com\/love\/?p=602"},"modified":"2015-08-06T01:31:38","modified_gmt":"2015-08-06T06:31:38","slug":"the-story-of-leprechaun-riley-obrien","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.poemsforpatti.com\/love\/2015\/08\/06\/the-story-of-leprechaun-riley-obrien\/","title":{"rendered":"The Story of Leprechaun Riley O’Brien"},"content":{"rendered":"

To my readers, Riley is one of our grandsons.\u00a0 Riley is the son of James, our son and his wife Robbie.\u00a0 Riley is a creative child and at the age of five had created the persona of Mr. Squidstone, a monocled, top hat wearing, handle bar mustached upper lip, cane bearing, villain of a man.\u00a0 Recently I received an email picture of the same sweet grandson bearing a beard and mustache appearing as his own.\u00a0 I bestowed upon him the handle of Leprechaun Riley O’Brien.\u00a0 Then, I thought what happens if the two personas should meet?\u00a0 Thus, “The Story of Leprechaun Riley O’Brien.”<\/span><\/p>\n

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Riley O’Brien the Leprechaun was a funny little lad of lads indeed,<\/span><\/p>\n

He was best of friends with a gnarly man that appeared mostly greed,<\/span><\/p>\n

Mr. Squidstone with his top hat and eye was a tall presence to behold,<\/span><\/p>\n

A strange friendship indeed because leprechauns are so fond of gold,<\/span><\/p>\n

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And the friend of this friendly little bearded Irishman loved the little lad,<\/span><\/p>\n

Little Riley trusted Squidstone while others envied the friendship they had,<\/span><\/p>\n

The mustached, one eyed fellow had many friends whose gold disappeared,<\/span><\/p>\n

Yet steadfast in trust was the little guy nicknamed R by those he was reared,<\/span><\/p>\n

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“I’ll black your eye,” he’d yell out to those that spoke a bad word of his friend,<\/span><\/p>\n

Many would ask if two are never seen together what message does it send,<\/span><\/p>\n

Poor Riley O’Brien being of such sweet heart that his kisses left sugar lips,<\/span><\/p>\n

So sweet was this little fellow that his lady friends grew large shapely hips,<\/span><\/p>\n

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All the while Mr. Squidstone with his greed manipulated a penny into a dime,<\/span><\/p>\n

And the riches of all the land would be old Squidstone’s if given but a little time,<\/span><\/p>\n

Now old Riley R, as his grandpa said his name, began to worry just a little bit,<\/span><\/p>\n

Worry crossed his mind as Squidstone’s greed was a thing he couldn’t forget,<\/span><\/p>\n

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Many in the land began to wonder about this strange friendship in their land,<\/span><\/p>\n

Another troublesome thought was why haven’t we seen the two hand in hand,<\/span><\/p>\n

Now Leprechaun Riley O’Brien was so sweet it broke his heart to hear talk of such,<\/span><\/p>\n

Riley knew old Squidstone well, he wasn’t greedy, he just appeared so too much,<\/span><\/p>\n

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One morning ol’ Riley woke to find Squidstone’s attire upon his face and head,<\/span><\/p>\n

The monocle in his eye had left an imprint, no doubt Riley was he to his dread,<\/span><\/p>\n

Squidstone agreed that day to Leprechaun O’Brien’s new rule of just one little thing,<\/span><\/p>\n

Riley O’Brien is now past tense as is Mr Squidstone too, I am just Riley, the “King.”<\/span><\/p>\n

The end, by Grandpa<\/span><\/p>\n

By Pat King for\u00a0R<\/span><\/p>\n

I love that little lad.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

To my readers, Riley is one of our grandsons.\u00a0 Riley is the son of James, our son and his wife Robbie.\u00a0 Riley is a creative child and at the age of five had created the persona of Mr. Squidstone, a monocled, top hat wearing, handle bar mustached upper lip, cane bearing, villain of a man.\u00a0 […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":{"0":"post-602","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","6":"category-uncategorized","7":"czr-hentry"},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poemsforpatti.com\/love\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/602","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poemsforpatti.com\/love\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poemsforpatti.com\/love\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poemsforpatti.com\/love\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poemsforpatti.com\/love\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=602"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.poemsforpatti.com\/love\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/602\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":604,"href":"https:\/\/www.poemsforpatti.com\/love\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/602\/revisions\/604"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poemsforpatti.com\/love\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=602"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poemsforpatti.com\/love\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=602"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poemsforpatti.com\/love\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=602"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}