Samson

My hair is short

My eyes are brown

My tail is short and stubble

I'm overweight and my face looks like

It ran into a shovel

I live to lie

Out in the sun

With the cool grass on my tummy

I won't get up, not for anyone

Unless I smell something yummy

My life is cush

I eat and sleep

Then scratch at the door to be with the fam

If no one answers, I'll get frustrated

And give the door a body slam.

Although I look

Sad all the time

It's all a big charade

Just rub my belly, that's all I want

Then, go on with your day.

These little kids

They pull my ears

And poke me in the eye

Oh, the plight of a fat boxer...

It's a hard life.... sigh....

I snore, I fart

I clear a room

I'm proud to call it my habit

I have no tricks, no talents, no rules I know

I don't listen or obey.  Look!  A rabbit!

I know they love me

Those people in there,

They'll never get rid of me

So, I'll just lie here and catch some rays

And you can fill up my food bowl, please.