Summer is really, truly over,
I put plastic over the window.
To keep herself even warmer,
Sammy snuggled down into my elbow.
“Your poems have gotten too gloomy,
It’s better when you are funny.”
Giving the public what they want,
Something, something fluffy bunny.
The seasons are finally changing,
And it’s not just in my head.
The nights are definitely colder because,
I found a kitty in my bed.
People come, people go,
And time keeps slipping by.
Only reason I’m still around,
Is for fresh blueberry pie.
Life isn’t easy,
Life isn’t fair.
Why won’t Dad let me,
Kick him out of his chair?
Something has stirred Sammy’s primal force,
She’s cool, but deadly like James Bond in Prague.
What can I do to soothe this most savage of beasts,
Maybe go to the park and get her a Chicago Dog?
Not quite as young as I was once,
Some Sunday traditions with Sammy remain,
Instead of sleeping all morning to recover from the night,
It’s cold pizza for breakfast and watching the rain.
If I look a little weathered,
Or perhaps a wee bit scruffy.
Just had a total knee replacement,
And don’t feel as cute as Buffy.