Life: My Foleover

My Life was more than great, it was lucoish! A Villanelle.

Made Up Words

Lucoish - Luck of the Irish

noun phrase
/ˈnoun ˌfrāz/

"The luck of the Irish" is an idiom describing extreme good fortune, often associated with,
but distinct from Irish folklore, like leprechauns and shamrocks.

Foleover - Four Leaf Clover
noun
: a clover with four leaves instead of three
It's good luck to find a four-leaf clover.


I reminisce when life was great.
When I found the greenest foleover.
There was no such thing as second-rate.

Living large with a stride in my gait,
Far from being a dreaming poser.
I reminisce when life was great.

Food overflowed from my china plate
Lucoish: my plushest bed cover.
There was no such thing as second-rate.

Bad luck didn't exist in my trait,
It enveloped me like white clover.
I reminisce when life was great.

Happiness was my permanent state.
I was nobody's dried corn stover.
There was no such thing as second-rate.

Euphoria: an unending freight.
Black clouds plowed down by my Dover.
I reminisce when life was great,
There was no such thing as second-rate.

19 Lines
Form: Villanelle
A/B/A ▶︎

Lines 1-3
A/B/A - Stanzas 1-4
Line 6 refrain from line 1
Line 9 refrain from line 3
Line 12 refrain from line 1
Line 15 refrain from line 3
A/B/A/A - Stanza 5
Line 18 and 19 Couplet
With line 18, a refrain from line 1 &
line 19, a refrain from line 3.

Written for "NEOLOGY Writing CONTEST" 

Prompt ▶︎

MARCH 2026
Write a VILLANELLE poem about Leprechauns, shamrocks, Irish, luck, or anything related to St. Patrick. Your poem must contain at least one (1) word and at most three (3) words you created. No line count or word count required. Feel free to express yourself as long as it falls on a poetry category. Make sure to follow the mechanics.