Humbug” on his Christmas Hat.
black that shines in the pale light.
A hat that only fit him just once.
it needs tape to stay up right.
Grumpy little smile.
Scaly little feet.
Stopping around the tiled floor.
Looking for a bite to eat.
My sweet baby Timothy.
Nothing pleases you so.
I try to give you hugs and pets.
You hiss tells me “No!”