I like to sleep late on weekends,
That’s my guilty little treat.
But every day at 5 AM,
Sam says, “Wake up! It’s time to eat!”
Watching the sunrise from my balcony,
Six A.M. on a Saturday morning.
The world is fresh, alive and new,
While Sammy sleeps, still snoring.
You are my little pumpkin,
I love you quite a lot!
I’d even eat your pumpkin spice,
On my tater-tot.
Sammy was blocking my way down the stairs,
“Move or go down Sammy, what do you say?”
Apparently she decided to compromise,
And went down the stairs, halfway.
I talk to Sammy quite a bit.
And out of all the things I say,
The one she does not like to hear is,
“I have to go to work today.”