Sammy has been stalking me,
Being sneaky and oh so lurky.
Especially when I’m in the kitchen,
And cooking tonight’s turkey!
It’s the toughest time of the season,
And having to choose is pretty mean.
Then Sammy quietly suggested,
Football and baseball, split-screen!
Had my favorite snack today.
Loved the way my tummy felt.
Bacon, egg, lettuce and tomato,
On toast it is a classic BELT.
I have a little kitten who,
When in the kitchen never cooks.
She simply loves to read and read,
Or she’s just sleeping on my books.
She seemed to be an amazing woman,
Into me, fierce, fearless and bold.
So I clicked her link and soon found out,
That once again I had been Rick-Rolled.
There is a time to sleep,
And there’s a time to play.
But Sammy thinks I should,
Adjust my time her way!
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.