Poetry

Chewing puppy

Chewing puppy, where are you?

You slurped my food and chewed my shoe. 

You ate my corn and chewed my meat

And then you peed on my car seat. 

Is there something that I should know,

Does chewing puppy feel some woe?

Does chewing puppy want some bones?

Is that why chewing puppy moans?

But then one pick I’d like to stick 

Is if you chew on all that’s known,

Then why does chewing puppy lick

When chewing puppy has his bone.