Tomatoes are red,
Bacon is brown.
Sammy and I will nap,
While the rain comes down.
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.
My son and Sammy have things in common,
Stuff besides just sitting around on their tushy.
Eating weird stuff that I won’t touch,
Like ranch dressing on their sushi.
Sammy has a lot to say,
I’d like to understand, but can’t.
She either wants to eat or play,
Or to ride an elephant?
Sammy and I have travelled the world,
From New Zealand to Morocco.
And we can tell you confidently,
That we love a darn good taco!
Sammy has been quite stealthy lately,
She must have taken some classes.
Maybe she doesn’t think I’m me,
Behind these brand new glasses.
Overcast, freezing temperatures,
Rain, sleet and snow.
About how you’d think,
My vacation would go…