Kathy, You're Tute

'Twas a blistery day
Near the end of September
And a little Miss Kathy
Whispered "won't you remember?"
In the ear of her knight
Who was awfully forgetful
"What is it my dear"
And he got an earful

"It's my birthday you fool!"
Her anger was showing
"Now do something nice"
"Write like a poet!"
The knight was afraid
His angel was mad
Where was his princess?
This tone made him sad

So he pondered and thought
"What would my love like?"
A light bulb went off
And he started to write
When he had finished his piece
The knight let out a hoot
And named his new writing
"Kathy, You're Tute"