Ode to Mr. Chewman|
By Judith D. Steele
So carefully were you chosen so many months ago
By a happy rottie puppy when his mommy let him go.
Theyd come to shop for toys that day and it was you he took.
How could we know in later days youd end up with this look?
You whiled away the happy hours with the little rottie boy
From time to time forgotten, but still his favorite toy.
The spins you took in the washer never seemed to bother you
But as this day grew closer I wonder if you knew.
On a hot and sunny summer day, no different from the rest
I heard a distant rumbling, more storms coming from the west?
By then the floor was shaking and the walls were trembling too,
Look out! I cried, A Rottie stampede! but it was too late for you.
Both boys it seems had chosen you to play with on that day
And the tug of war that followed had you caught amidst the fray.
I heard your laces giving way that horrid ripping sound
I didnt hurry down the stairs. I knew what would be found.
There was stuffing in the hallway. There was stuffing on the stair.
There was stuffing on the carpet. There was stuffing in the air.
There was stuffing on the sofa. There was stuffing on the wall.
There was so much stuffing, I thought Id never find it all.
There was stuffing in the kitchen. There was stuffing in my hair.
There was stuffing in the stereo. How did that get there?
I finally found your unstuffed form sprawled limply on the floor.
Your head was ripped your arm half off I knew youd play no more.