The Keyboard of Love

I can see why Mom stays with you
every hour of every day.
There’s warmth that I feel
that is so very real;
I’ll just stay here
while Mom is away.
You’re the keyboard of love;
sent from Heaven above,
so, let’s snuggle
and I’ll hold your key.
Then, when Mom’s off the phone,
and won’t leave you alone,
I’ll come back and
knock down her tea.
Then, while she’s
in the kitchen,
gripin’ and bitchin’
I’ll go and hide
under the Wii.