Chirping Little Monster. (A poem about smoke alarms.)

Looks innocent, doesnt it?

Chirping Little Monster

Chirp away my little friend
And chirp away again.
You’re only chirping so that we
avoid a fiery end.

Chirp away and chirp away
And chirp away some more,
You need a brand new battery
So you can chirp some more.

But there are roughly six of you,
so which one needs the change?
You’re silent when I look at you,
a thing I find quite strange.

It’s almost like you have a plan
to leave this human crazed;
I’m pretty sure you’re mocking me,
your chirping’s left me dazed.

So if I don’t find out real soon
who’s keeping me awake,
I will begin to lose my cool
and bad decisions make.

I need to know, I have to know,
the source of chirping sounds!
And if I don’t, Ironically,
I’ll burn the whole place down.