Look at me. No. Too late.

A wet patch nearby, slippery without a doubt,

Empty cartons chewed out,

Lipstick half broken, unfit to use,

Why did all hell break loose?

All wires off their hooks,

A broken mirror stand with a toppled stack of books,

A knocked off cup of tea,

Well, all things meowed and done, I caught the moth with glee!

 

What is it that you have on your plate?

It’s mine now.

Hey! Give it to me. Now.

What a disgrace to me, you dare deny me this red, luscious thing

with a mesmerising scent which I wish to devour.

I need a better plan to hijack this, oh how you will now cower.

You insolent, lazy, plebeian pest, you live to serve me.

I’m going to lick myself on your blanket. It’s mine now, don’t you see?

 

A shoe eyed for rescue, due endless naps,

Do I maul you in your sleep? Perhaps.

A scheduled sofa scratching spree,

I hope you have the warranty.

Oh, this plant? Alas, it was meal time,

A soaking towel to sit on, it’s mine now, I claim, mine, mine!

Come, pet me.

Worship me!

No. Go away.

I don’t want you to.