Tim Horton's Kathy
The monitors above her head
would flicker light around.
The registers with type print on
would say 'no price was found'.
And Kathy stood behind the cash-
a beakon crowned with cap
to wish the people WELCOME.
A smile with-out crap.
A leopard bearing blue eyes,
Kathy stood to serve.
Her manners more expicit.
Her bravery without nerve.
An auburn light upon her.
It bronzing her blond hair.
Her torso come to teeter
with patience and with flair.
Surrounding her were donuts
encased in white-lit glass.
Where Kathy learned to gesture
and glance at them with class.
With prices all around her
on menu's black and white.
It's said that Kathy juggles
a combo for a knight.
But if you see her waiting,
it's not for Mr. Right.
It's under 20 minutes
and her coffee's a delight.
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