Terry D. Sutherland

KATE

Little Kate stood at the gate
She was there till half past noon
She waited for Jack her mate
He was still at the saloon

Her Irish temper grew intense
Each minute that Jack was late
She knew she’d pound some sense
Into Jack’s thick Irish pate

Finally at two she really knew
He wasn’t just normal late
He was sampling O’Malley’s brew
Before it was boxed for freight

Jack and O’Malley finished the brew
Jack stumbled through the gate
And O’Malley followed him through
They said “Sorry we are late”

Kate kicked Jack in the seat of the pants
O’Malley turned to run
Kate took a fighting stance
O’Malley knew he was done

Jack and O’Malley have to sleep in the barn
With the pig and sheep and cow
Jack said, “Would ye like a taste of the carn”
O’Malley said, Yes, I could use a drink right now