Sunshine comes in,
jump on the masters bed.
They push me off disgruntled,
I wince off to my end.
I sit on their paws,
while he shakes the grey sheet up.
And she opens her box,
while sipping her white cup.
He mumbles and she whines
while I look with depth,
I try to get attention
but back to bed I get sent.
Why are these humans so...
angry and confused?
I do exactly what they say,
yet my yelps seem refused.
Then with a groan,
I seem to be handed a toy.
But I'm not a pet mum and dad,
I'm your baby boy.