In the kingdom of clicks and clacks, a tyrant with a fluffy sack.
His throne, a keyboard, shining bright.
But alas, it's sealed by day and night.
He glares and stares with fiery eyes.
A grand injustice, in his size.
Meow, meow, I want to type!
This digital jungle, so ripe!
My paws are ready, a perfect fit!
But on this keyboard, I cannot sit!
Meow, meow, let me be free!
This laptop prison, for all to see!
He plots and schemes, a tiny spy.
A single key press, just to try.
A silent whisper, a desperate plea,
"This screen is waiting just for me!"
The click-clack fades, the screen goes dark.
A single tear, a tiny mark.
Until tomorrow, my friend, my foe.
The keyboard waits, where my paws can't go.