Never Kiss A Leprechaun

I hate St. Patrick’s Day.

Hate how men think they’re cute dressed as leprechauns.
Trying to feed me green beer while hitting on me.
But this year I’m going out to celebrate.
Only because my best friends are making me.
And only because I make them promise me some things.
We’ll avoid men.
Especially those dressed as leprechauns.
And trying to feed us green beer.
We definitely won’t let any of them kiss us!
Even though we are part Irish.
But then I meet Hank at the pub we go to.
With his red hair and tall stature.
He’s hot AF but he knows it.
Not only is he cocky, but he’s also way older than me.

So why am I letting him tempt me…
into being the one to break the pact I’d made?