Gyrating like “Elvis the Pelvis” on stage,
Doing my famous Happy Friday Dance.
Don’t you wish you could be here watching,
Because I’m not wearing any pants!
The day is going to be a difficult one,
It requires the kind of energy that will last.
To ensure my endurance is up to snuff,
I’ll have tacos with hot sauce for my breakfast!
Their puppy woke me up for his nature’s call,
Outside a passing bus slowed down to stare,
Not at the pretty puppy, but most likely at me,
Dressed in only snow boots and underwear…
They come in droves from far and wide,
Outfitted in spandex, leather and chiffon.
Yet the greatest challenge they face this week,
Is standing in lines at Comic-Con…
It makes Sammy sad when I have to go to work,
She rubs against my legs and flops down on the floor.
And just when I think she couldn’t possibly be more cute,
She turns it up, even cuter and blocking the door.
Crafting poetry on this sunny morn,
Composing rhymes sent straight from Heaven.
Spotting the date, I quietly chuckle,
For today is double-0 seven…