Mi'lord

Yes my Master

My master is spoiled and selfish but I can't see myself hating my master.
When I hear the bell rings its off to the races.
As I enter the room I dodge the book being thrown at me.
Picking it up and serving Mi'lord some earl grey tea.
Listening to their orders as I get thanks
Hearing that makes me more at ease in serving them
Saying Good morning to them is my duty
Departing for school and sending them home is my most depressing thing.
Watching as they grow up is my most happiness.
Being here serving them is something I can't let go.