2011 - Day 336

Searching for a four leaf clover
All throughout the yard,
If I find it I'll be lucky
And life won't be so hard.
All the kids out on the playground
Like to point and laugh,
Just because my glasses thick
And I'm good at math.
The clover though has properties
A lucky and magical leaf,
If I eat enough of them
No longer have that grief.
There they are! I pick a few
And grind them into tea,
An hour later my heart stops
They'll no longer laugh at me.