Having the most magnificent dream,

That I will never remember, I suppose.

Just when the Universe was about to explain,

Sammy bit down on my toes.

09/02/2016

It makes some prone to weeping,

Others to violence or a killing spree.

I’ve got the blues so doggone bad,

Rip open my chest, let my soul fly free.

08/29/2016

So many friends are in this cemetery,

Beneath the dirt, the stone and the snow.

How I wish I could join them.

Won’t you please, please let me go?

08/26/2016

Here’s my little kitten,

For everyone to see.

The picture is slightly fuzzy,

That’s OK, so is she…

08/19/2016

I wish I was a muskrat,

I’d be furry, soft, genteel.

Then I would star in my own song,

Sung by The Captain and Tennille…

08/12/2016

I have scoured the entire internet,

Read absolutely everybody’s blogs.

Couldn’t even find it at the Newberry,

The history of spaghetti with little hot dogs.

08/05/2016

The enemy fire is falling hot and thick,

Around the battlefield, she is zooming.

But then right in the middle of things,

Sammy stops for a bit of grooming.

7/29/2016

Occasionally, I hear the sound.

But mostly without warning,

Sammy wants my total attention

At three o’clock in the morning.

07/27/2016

Sleeping late is my hobby,

And nothing makes Sammy madder.

So at six thirty in the morning,

She jumps upon my bladder…

07/22/2016

My fierce lion’s name is Sammy,

All the ping pong balls are gone,

Although she is successful, she

Hasn’t caught a Pokemon…

07/15/2016