Anxious Kate
Anxious Kate
could never be late
Up at 3:30
she began to worry
Got to work two hours early
sat around growing surly
Kate's morning dragged on
with many a yawn
By lunch break
her hands would shake
Her afternoon seemed long
she'd do everything wrong
The last hour Kate skipped
and she got pink-slipped
Plunged into depression deep
Poor Kate couldn't sleep
She couldn't get up early
which really had her worried
She became intent on taking her life
but couldn't find a suitable knife
So, she wended her way to Canterbury, dressed as a pilgrim
where she met a dashing Londoner by the name of William...
Here's hoping this tale has filled your void
next installment you'll find in any tabloid
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2021
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