My big old behind is in my chair,

And I’m not going anywhere.

Sam might howl or she might mao,

But I’m not moving anyhow.

She could be mad, probably just jelly,

Never mind, she’s taking a nap on my belly.

11/02/2025

The Holiday season is going full-swing,

And what do you think about that?

Some say it’s too early for my Santa suit,

So I’m going to try a different hat.

11/01/2025

The guidance counselor never mentioned this option,

Just scientist, cowboy, sociopath, barnstormer.

But after all these years, my true talent shines through,

As a sub-zero, ice-cold kitty toe warmer.

10/25/2025

I am not rehashing fashion,

And this is not simply an homage.

But as winter draws ever-nearer,

Get yourself a nice warm kitty corsage.

10/23/2025

Not being a touch-typist,

And can’t see the keys, I fail.

Yet my skills are quite impressive,

Having to type around Sammy and her tail.

10/19/2025

Winter must be approaching,

Though today was still 90 degrees.

Because last night Sammy jumped on the bed,

To snuggle up with me.

10/04/2025

My poetry hasn’t won any awards,

Gotten me dates or made the benjamins rain.

So why do I continue this futile folly?

Because it helps clear the voices from my brain.

09/28/2025

Online Halloween controversy,

Has folks crawling out of their tombs.

Wolfmansplaining to each other,

Why a witch would have TWO brooms.

09/14/2025