Kathleen (written 12/7/04)

She was a prissy rude sort of lady,
and her pencnez sat way to far down.

She looked like a busy body from a really small town.

First she adjusted my shirt, then she started cutting my food,
then tasted it to see if it were any good.

Snapped my head around when I ate my steak with Heinz,
I thought she needed a hard spank on the rear side.

Ordered the same thing, then grabbed mine for her dog,
I wished the wicked witch of the west would turn her into a frog.

I saw her the next day, and she said "let's do it again",
I said "ah sure", mean while I was thinking, " you need a serious reprimand".

And so there is the pain I went through on the train, and her name was Kathleen.

Yuck how insane.