I grow my own luck, cultivating it in batches. It’s just a matter of genes and blending the right ones to gain an endless supply of multi-leafed clovers.
I’m in the Guinness Book of Records, but that was just a bonus because that 56 leafed puppy was one hell of a lucky plant. It was while wearing it on my lapel that I both bought the winning ticket and met my wife to boot.
Each and every one does a little something, though, from a four leaf good day and up, each extra leaf adding an extra sheen or sparkle.
I’m in the Guinness Book of Records, but that was just a bonus because that 56 leafed puppy was one hell of a lucky plant. It was while wearing it on my lapel that I both bought the winning ticket and met my wife to boot.
Each and every one does a little something, though, from a four leaf good day and up, each extra leaf adding an extra sheen or sparkle.
Written for 100 Word Challenge #380 on Velvet Verbosity; the prompt being the word Clover. I also took extra inspiration from the Wikipedia page for Clover, coming up with this imaginary version of the man that keeps beating his own Guinness World Record.
What a neat take on the prompt. I really like this.
ReplyDeletemet my wife to boot . . . :) nice take on the prompt
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