Fuzzy little kitten,
Sleeping on my lap.
Guess I cannot fight it,
Gonna help her take that nap.
Four-thirty in the morning,
Thunder crashes over head.
Have to get ready for work,
But Sammy’s still in bed.
The sky is blue and the weather’s warm,
Turning my mood toward romance.
The constable, however sent me home,
Saying, “Sir, put on some pants.”
The bread-maker fell off our counter,
Should have had a wider base.
But the turkeys who designed it,
Wanted to save some counter space.
How we love to watch ballet,
The leaps and turns and twirls.
And we can watch it from my chair,
It’s the bird-feeder vs. the squirrels.