A fish called Kate

Went on a date

With Nate

And Tate

How would the date rate?

One would be her mate

If it wasn't too late?

One would be filled with hate

One would have to wait

It was pure fate

Tate became irate

That she chose Nate

But in his minds state

He ate by the gate

Bait!

Then began to jirate

On the fisherman's line

And that is fine!