Christmas is still fairly far away,
Yet Sam and I are getting our jollies.
Even as Thanksgiving Dinner looms,
We are eating homemade tamales!
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!
Sometimes I need the restroom,
And Sammy thinks I am mad at her.
She says I wouldn’t have to move,
If I simply got a catheter.
They say that I am crazy,
That it’s all inside my head.
But somehow, I sleep much better,
If there’s a fuzzy kitten in my bed.
Pretty little kitten,
Sitting on my knee.
Please let me get up
So that I can pee…