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