If Sammy rubbed against a lamp,
And a genie gave her wishes.
I wonder just how many of those,
Wishes would have to do with fishes?
Woke up rather early today,
With Sammy sleeping on my knee.
Told her we had to rise and shine,
To write some mediocre poetry.
Sammy doesn’t worry about,
Kitty litter, food or catching the chills.
‘Cause she has a big, fat Daddy,
Paying all her bills.
Tomatoes are red,
Bacon is brown.
Sammy and I will nap,
While the rain comes down.
My stress is so thick, so deep,
I’m having no fun.
Fight or flight has kicked in,
And you’ve left me no where to run.
I offered Sam some lunch today,
She frowned saying, “Read my lips.
Why are you offering me a sandwich
Without any potato chips?”
Watched movies with Sammy,
Walpurgisnacht well spent.
The Fourth was with us,
Now it’s Cinco de Mayo.
Slide on over here, Honey,
And make me go “AY-OOOO!”