The Clover

Once upon a time there were three brothers,
the first was impatient but quick,
the second quite opposite but thick,
and the third was smart as a whip.

One day they were sitting in a park,
and approached by an elderly witch,
she offered them one wish,
but she warned two would miss.

They put their heads together,
and had to reassess,
but came up nonetheless,
they three wanted only eternal happiness.

So with flash of her hand,
a flick of her wand,
the witch came up with a prophecy from far beyond.
"The first of you,
for pride and true,
to find a clover of four,
will be happy forevermore."

Grateful and happy,
the three brothers set out,
the first to the north,
the second to the south.

The first brother tried to be sneaky,
he found an old clover,
gave it a make over
and hoped the wish would pass over.

The second brother wasted no time,
he spent each day in a clover patch,
for years he looked over each batch,
but every clover was a three-leaf match.

But the third brother ignored her,
he went to college,
he met a woman
and he started a family.

Many years later he was outside his own house,
he worked tirelessly everyday,
for the bills and the people he had to pay,
and mowed his lawn everyday in May.

As he pushed the machine his daughter ran up,
in her little fingers she held a trembling clover,
he smiled faintly and took it from her with a sigh,
for he knew he already had his eternal happiness.