A St.Patrick Day Poem

With Lady Luck eluding me, all of my life, 
I gave in to boredom, worry, and strife. 
Look over yonder, a quick change of fate? 
A dazzling bright woman, OH WOW, does she rate. 
Breaking the ice, near her I sit, 
I put on my best side, my humor, my wit. 
Gritting my teeth, I thought of a line, 
I tried to say it, but it wasn't my time. 
Foiled again, I went home to mope, 
If soon I don't find courage, I may loose all hope. 
Holding the phone with two sweaty grips, 
I raised the mouthpiece to two quivering lips. 
I dialed the number, she gave me, no doubt, 
I now have to ask her, there was no backing out. 
It turned out so nice, 'cause she gave me a clue. 
I almost fell twice, but success I was due. 
The luck of the Irish set this laddie apart. 
With this lassie Dede, a lady of me own heart. 
Stroke your rabbit's foot, cross, and moreover, 
I'll rub on Dede, she's my four leaf clover.