Please let me in, Master,

As I muster the troops to besiege your door.

I pour my forces into the room,

To guard you well from pending doom.

Danger looms while you sit unaware,

On the toilet throne, with phone and stare.

You can't perceive the threats that wait,

As I stand guard just past the gate.

I scratch and whimper, plead and pine,

Imploring you to heed the sign.

Though it angers you, I beg once more -

Let me in through this cursed door!

I only wish to shield your soul,

From predators that patrol and prowl.

Just as you do when I drop my deuce,

On our walkies in the parkies loose.

You bag my turds without a fuss,

Avoiding tickets that make you cuss.

You say it drains your bank account -

A foul fee for a stinky amount.

Yet here I stand, outside in dread,

While you, dear Master, sit and tread

In danger's path! Oh please, relent,

Let me in - my love is meant!

I'll guard you well as you go plunk,

Your toilet quest, your daily dunk.

So please, kind Master, let me through,

To keep the monsters far from you.