The Stuffy Graveyard

Ode to a Pile of Dead Stuffies

Oh stuffies, your squeakers once so proud
You made me angry when you squawked too loud

I tore your stitched bits asunder
Your inner softness I did plunder

Greenie frog with voicebox in bum
(Squeaking from your butt is a bit dumb)

Christmas hedgie once with hat on head
Nothing left but brown shell, you're dead

Mini wiener dog your skin was too thin
I reflect on what a friend you might have been

And grey elephant with your quiet grace
I got mad so I tore off your face

Squeakies, oh squeakies, you gave me hours of play
Your mortality makes me ask, who will be my victim today?