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Leprechaun, v. 1, issue 4, March 1945

Page 4

4   L e p r e c h a u n

FELIX:

See the chromium handle....

see, a shiny handle;
you turn it on, and you turn it off.
look at the water gush out; see how
it runs down the bowl.

see, you open the door and you take out the rug;
you put the rug on the floor, and you walk
up and down on it.
then when you're tired of it, 
you roll it up
and put it in the closet again.

only sometimes something happens:
the handle won't close;
the rug won't roll up;
the water keeps running out,
and pretty soon it runs onto the floor
and all over the rug on the floor.
and the rug won't roll up.
it curls at the corners,
and snarls,
and all the while the water keeps running
all over the place.

it forces your pretty lips apart
and gurgles over your pretty teeth.
and the rug trips you,
running up your magnificent
legs and thighs,
twisting your tiny breasts,
while you whimper
choking cries.

see, a shiny handle;

   There once was a fellow named Shaw
   Who was always a horrible bore,
     Until he got drunk
     When he really was punk....
   And became the raw Shaw we abhor!

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4 L e p r e c h a u n FELIX: See the chromium handle.... see, a shiny handle; you turn it on, and you turn it off. look at the water gush out; see how it runs down the bowl. see, you open the door and you take out the rug; you put the rug on the floor, and you walk up and down on it. then when you're tired of it, you roll it up and put it in the closet again. only sometimes something happens: the handle won't close; the rug won't roll up; the water keeps running out, and pretty soon it runs onto the floor and all over the rug on the floor. and the rug won't roll up. it curls at the corners, and snarls, and all the while the water keeps running all over the place. it forces your pretty lips apart and gurgles over your pretty teeth. and the rug trips you, running up your magnificent legs and thighs, twisting your tiny breasts, while you whimper choking cries. see, a shiny handle; There once was a fellow named Shaw Who was always a horrible bore, Until he got drunk When he really was punk.... And became the raw Shaw we abhor! -- Topsy