Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 I Wish Irish

I know that you don't like it when

I party at the pub all night.

You think my drinking is a sin,

Of course as any drunk's wife might.

Staggering from the pub I roam,

Hoping that maybe you'll not find

Me drunk again when I get home,

Becuz I know you won't be kind.

Open my eyes where I pass out,

See your scowled face, but in changed form.

You've shrunk, all dressed in green, no doubt,

Something is different from the norm.

You've turned into a leprechaun,

So if I blink, will you be gone?