Thanksgiving poems are predictable,

Turkey, stuffing and gravy driblets.

Yet I find it quite despicable,

No one sings the praise of giblets.

11/26/2017

Sammy and Daddy,

Sleeping on the bed.

Laying so still,

You’d think they were dead.

Yet they’re instantly alert,

At the very slightest sound.

Ain’t gonna get caught

By no sneaky old hound.

11/19/2017

The Christmas bells are ringing!

Groovy way to make a living.

Yes, my kitchen’s really swinging,

Making Sammy’s and my Thanksgiving.

11/17/17

Sammy walked into the kitchen,

Looked up and told me “Mao.”

Would truly like to help her,

But I really don’t know how!

11/15/2017

I wandered about the countryside,

Till no longer could I roam.

Returning to my domicile, I learned

Sammy was so happy I came home.

11/10/2017

Sammy jumped into my lap,

And settled down to take a nap.

Normally, that’s fine with me,

But suddenly, I have to pee!

10/20/2017

Went to the kitchen for some salsa,

Came back to make a tasty tostada.

But Sammy had run off to the Ramada,

With every bit of my carne asada!

09/29/2017

I tried to think of happier thoughts,

True love, Christmas or ice cream cones.

They couldn’t compete with the sheer delight,

Of Sammy chomping on alligator bones.

09/15/2017

I love my kitten lots and lots.

I love her more than tater tots!

I love my kitten, yes I do!

I would never, ever put her in the stew.

09/04/2017

Hurricanes, politics, hatred and war,

Every day of our lives are filled with struggles.

And whenever I am feeling overwhelmed,

I can always depend on kitten snuggles.

09/01/2017