My stress is so thick, so deep,
I’m having no fun.
Fight or flight has kicked in,
And you’ve left me no where to run.
I offered Sam some lunch today,
She frowned saying, “Read my lips.
Why are you offering me a sandwich
Without any potato chips?”
Watched movies with Sammy,
Walpurgisnacht well spent.
The Fourth was with us,
Now it’s Cinco de Mayo.
Slide on over here, Honey,
And make me go “AY-OOOO!”
My son and Sammy have things in common,
Stuff besides just sitting around on their tushy.
Eating weird stuff that I won’t touch,
Like ranch dressing on their sushi.
Sammy has a lot to say,
I’d like to understand, but can’t.
She either wants to eat or play,
Or to ride an elephant?
My heart is bleak and desolate place,
Ice cold, encased in a cage of bone.
As I stare into the darkness a shadow flickers,
What dares intrude my hell of being alone?
Sammy and I have travelled the world,
From New Zealand to Morocco.
And we can tell you confidently,
That we love a darn good taco!