Sammy's in his man cave
Rustling up a cake
Air Fryer's quietly heating
Hot enough to bake.
Guitars and Ukuleles
stacked across the floor
Leaving just a passage
To the cooker and the door.
Wine bottle's in the cooler
Ready for later on
The time is quickly passing
Where has the morning gone
He's issued all his invites
To his Special Little Rave
Wine and home baked cake
In Sammy's Own Man Cave.