If I had the energy of my kitty,
I could power all of New York City.
No electric bills, no tricks, no traps,
Except for the 18 hours when I take my naps.
Sammy is on constant watch,
Making birds fly in fearful recoil.
She perches upon the top of my chair,
My fierce, furry, feline gargoyle.
My son is sleeping on the couch,
Sammy is napping in my chair.
Guess I’ll go right back to bed,
That sounds supremely fair.
Today must be my lucky day,
Makes me want to scream and shout.
While folding laundry straight from the dryer,
My t-shirts were all right-side out!
Wet, soggy Saturdays,
Leave me feeling kind of bishy.
Just stepped into a puddle now,
My feet go “Squishy, squishy!”
Sammy is my kitten,
She’s furry and she’s cute.
And if you do not like her,
I’ll have to throw you oot!
I may be getting older,
Gaining weight, gaining wrinkles.
But the truth that remains self-evident is,
I love ice cream with sprinkles.
I wanted to be a cowboy,
Riding the open range.
But alas, I am a scientist,
Though not as flashy as Dr. Strange.