I’m a Chihuahua.
Oh, woe is I.
Mom stole my chair.
Heavy sigh.

Mom will feed me
Twice a day.
It’s not enough.
I’m wasting away.

Mom will teach me
How to howl.
She says my bark
Is very foul.

I’m glad to get this
All off my chest.
I still like my Mom,
I just like Dad the best.