Eight-line Poems

Luck

Luck

‘Tis not that the four-leaved clover’s lucky,
it’s the finding one that matters,
and the rabbit is the one that’s plucky,
a foot lost means no pitter patters.
A horse’s shoe might do the job,
better than yours, at least,
but it seems a stretch for us to rob
something else, whether plant or beast.


Line Count: 8
Rhyme scheme ababcdcd
For Express It In Eight, October 14 2020
Prompt: Photo of hands holding a four-leaved clover.