I'm Late I'm late ! I'm late ! Rushing through the gate And hoping they will wait If I'm not there by eight To pick up my new mate Who's coming in a crate I've heard is quite ornate From a distant state. Her name I'm told is Kate And I can hardly wait Because I paid a rate I thought was very great Based upon her weight To see if she will sate My hunger for a mate And all my angst placate. I would surely hate For it to be my fate After I took the bait To find we can't relate My hopes it would deflate To enter a debate About the stuff she ate While riding in her crate. Please hit me on my pate For not breaking this date. Too bad I was not late Or not opened the crate And sealed my ugly fate Hitched up to this Kate And everything she ate Adding so much weight They could not move the crate. copyright ©2009 Wayne Hepburn All Rights Reserved