Garfield

Oh, Garfield, you orange delight,

A cat so round, yet full of spite.

Mondays fear you, that’s a fact,

Lasagna’s gone? Time to attack.

Jon serves veggies? What a sin!

A diet? No, you’ll never begin.

Odie wags—so full of glee,

But you just push him—one, two, three!

You nap for hours, stretch, then yawn,

By then, of course, the day is gone.

What a life! So full of ease,

With sarcasm sharp as shredded cheese.

Oh, Garfield, wise yet full of sass,

May your food bowl never lack its mass.

For if it does, we all shall fear—

The wrath of a hangry cat is near!