Where Oh Where At My Lair!

Pat was screwing with our routine and that was just mean. But after a dirty looks or two things went back to normal at our zoo. I guess it was just a bit of spring cleaning or cleaning of the OCD meaning..

Where oh where have you gone?
Am I some sort of pawn?
Where oh where have you gone?
I don't have access to the lawn.

I really need you here.
I can't even cheer.
I'm stuck in first gear.
Oh won't you come near.

My body aches for you.
I tingle oh so true.
I really wish you were back.
Why have you left my shack?

Where oh where have you gone?
Am I some sort of pawn?
Where oh where have you gone?
I don't have access to the lawn.

My love for you shows.
I dig you up from new lows.
I cover you when wet.
Why have you left this pet?

Give me one more chance.
Just a little glance.
I really need you here.
Come and relieve my fear.

Where oh where have you gone?
Am I some sort of pawn?
Where oh where have you gone?
I don't have access to the lawn.

The floor isn't right,
Without you in sight.
My day isn't bright.
It always seems to be night.

Please come back.
Without you I lack.
I won't cause flack.
Not even a gas attack.

Where oh where have you gone?
Am I some sort of pawn?
Where oh where were you?
I now have to do #1 and #2.

Yeah, evil Pat moved the litter box on us for a whole ten minutes or so. That is such a whole new low. It has to stay right in sight. What happens if we need a #1 or #2 flight? Did you catch one with my needing to go pass? I love being a tricky little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.