Some poems are destined to become literature,

O Captain, a host of golden daffodils, lovely as a tree.

Sammy, however, keeps my feet on the ground,

Saying my work is the tramp stamp of poetry.

04/05/2025

Breakfast time for kittens,

Breakfast time for kittens,

Sammy says, “MAO!”

She wants to eat now,

But I was going to feed her anyhow.

Breakfast time for kittens,

Get up out of bed.

Sure will miss that pillow,

Where I rest my head.

Breakfast time for kittens,

Cannot make her wait,

Just because,

Those tiny, sharp claws,

Keep me from running late.

Breakfast time for kittens,

Then right back into bed.

If she likes her breakfast,

She’ll sleep right on my head.

03/30/2025

It hit me like a bolt of lightning,

Or a homerun swing from Harley’s bat.

“WHAT” is just an acronym,

For: Well, How About That?

03/24/2025

I wanted to write a poem,

That dredged the depths my soul.

But I’m having such a wonderful day,

That I’m grilling steaks over charcoal.

03/23/2025

Went trick or treating this weekend.

Hit every house on the block.

My friends got corned beef and cabbage,

All I got was a sham-rock.

03/16/2025

Digging through the laundry,

For something green like the trees or the lawn,

Because tomorrow is St. Patrick’s Day,

And I have to get my Leprech-on!

03/16/2025

We sometimes desire different things,

And therein the problem lies.

Sammy would rather have tuna,

But I want steak and french fries.

03/14/2025

I had to put Sammy down last night,

It was a very sad thing to see.

She was sleeping beautifully on my belly,

But I had to get up to pee.

03/09/2025