I love the little daffodil,
Is the first line of this verse.
Tried it as the second line,
The rhyme got even worse.
Sammy is running around the place,
Like some furry, crazy nut.
She leaps from the top rope of my dresser,
Down on my sleeping butt.
Celebrating the New Year,
Since old one couldn’t last.
Sammy says, “As long as you’re up,
How about some Kitty Breakfast?”
Truth is I’m getting older,
Full of aches and stiffness.
Yet I still leap out of bed,
Bright and early every Christmas.
Stayed up watching Joe Bob Ruins Christmas,
Darcy, Ernie, the whole gang was fine.
It ran until the early AM hours.
So I slept in until nine.
I want to be like Sammy,
In each and every way.
I’ve tried, but cannot seem to sleep,
All the night and all the day.
Some folks like to burn candles,
Which is their nose’s albatross.
The scent which triggers happiness,
Is the smell of my pasta sauce.
Turkey, stuffing, gravy and potatoes,
Plus Sammy had three kinds of fishes.
Everything was going great until,
I had to wash all the dishes.