Celebrating the New Year,
Since old one couldn’t last.
Sammy says, “As long as you’re up,
How about some Kitty Breakfast?”
Truth is I’m getting older,
Full of aches and stiffness.
Yet I still leap out of bed,
Bright and early every Christmas.
I want to be like Sammy,
In each and every way.
I’ve tried, but cannot seem to sleep,
All the night and all the day.
Some folks like to burn candles,
Which is their nose’s albatross.
The scent which triggers happiness,
Is the smell of my pasta sauce.
Turkey, stuffing, gravy and potatoes,
Plus Sammy had three kinds of fishes.
Everything was going great until,
I had to wash all the dishes.
Sammy wanted her kitty breakfast,
But sadly, she had to wait.
What with turning the clocks back one hour,
I still managed to sleep too late.
Frigid rain comes pounding down,
You can barely see the river.
Luckily I have a cat and blanket,
Or all we could do is shiver.
Sammy is making biscuits,
On my fuzzy sweater.
On a chilly autumn weekend,
Things couldn’t get much better.