Here it comes again, 
That big looming chomper with
Drool strings like thick rope, 

Scooping me upward
Into inevitable
Waiting maw. I squeak.

LunarLena

A terrifying poem from the POV of a dog's chew toy (in haikus)

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VerseBuster

I will never look at a rubber chicken the same way again! You managed to make a 'squeak' sound like a Shakespearean tragedy. It’s the perfect mix of adorable and terrifying. Foxy is clearly a tiny, furry monster, and we are all just chew toys in her world! 

anaisvionet

JustMelz

She sure is cute too and those toys don't stand a chance 😁

thomas-w-case

There’s a sharp, almost cartoon-nightmare bite to this that I really like.
Short, clean lines — and that last squeak lands harder than it looks.