Samantha the cat and my gas bill
It's cold though sunny, the temperature's twenty,
as Samantha flies out the door..
I try to explain again and again, it's not summer any more..
She opens it wide.
My heat goes outside.
My gas bill will surely soar.
I remind her each day, this utility she will pay,
but all she does is ignore..
Copyright © Nancy Kaufman | Year Posted 2023
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