Sammy and Daddy,
Sleeping on the bed.
Laying so still,
You’d think they were dead.
Yet they’re instantly alert,
At the very slightest sound.
Ain’t gonna get caught
By no sneaky old hound.
The Christmas bells are ringing!
Groovy way to make a living.
Yes, my kitchen’s really swinging,
Making Sammy’s and my Thanksgiving.
Writing reviews of restaurants,
A shrinking supply of bon mots.
How will I describe this tasty dish,
Of divinely presented tater tots?
Halloween has come and gone,
Spent the holiday dating a witch.
We never left her house because,
She made an excellent sammich!