2010 -- 3.1 (Fall) Poetry

My Furry Friend

My furry friend
cute as can be
In age by days
he’s less than three
My furry friend
all covered in hair
He’s in the blender
over there

I put him in
feet first, of course
turned on the power
set at full force
he tried to fight
to no avail
my furry friend
was doomed to fail

He screamed for help
as his legs did slip
and hit the blades
with a sickening rip

his toes and legs no longer there
he gasped for breath
ran low on air
he fell again
this time his stomach
into the blades
his body did plummet

No longer fighting
his eyes went white
we’re gonna be having
a smoothie tonight

My furry friend
no longer soft
is now a smelly, bloody broth

by Doug Chapman

Biography

I’m not entirely sure what to say here. I’m… 19 and a student at SCF. Hoping to go into teaching, maybe. Or something like that. I’m not normally all that great with words.