Cleaning up the diet, working out every day,
Seems overwhelming, like a Herculean feat.
But I have to get with it so that when I die,
Sammy has something nutritious to eat.
Sammy and Daddy, lying on the bed,
Staying so still you’d think they were dead.
But before you go looking for the blood and gore,
Pause for just a moment and listen to them snore.
Half an hour until the alarm goes off,
Could the situation become any sadder?
I was quite blissfully sound asleep,
Until Sammy pounced upon my bladder.
The local stores had all run out,
Looked like my weekend would be a drag.
Stubbed my toe and after swearing,
Found a six-pack inside a reusable bag!
I wrote a poem,
On this fine morn,
Couldn’t post it here,
It read like porn!