So cold outside that it might snow,
And alas, I have nary a mitten.
When I come in to warm my hands,
I pet my fuzzy little kitten!
I’m going to need some butt band-aids,
Really need to get them now.
Wasn’t looking when I sat down and,
Sammy the cat cushion, shrieked “MAO!”
Christmas is still fairly far away,
Yet Sam and I are getting our jollies.
Even as Thanksgiving Dinner looms,
We are eating homemade tamales!
There were no trick-or-treaters,
We felt forsaken and forlorn.
Then from above the night was saved,
By the one and only angel unicorn.
A wet, cold rainy Sunday,
Sammy fears she’ll catch the croup.
So we are snuggled down in bed,
Waiting on the crock-pot soup!