Ding Go In Style

We buried our dog, Ding With her favorite things, Like our couch, plus our bed And pillows for our head. Our carpet she muddled With dirt and pee puddles, The window she stared through To bark at who knows who. The hedge she sniffed and chewed, All of our leather shoes, My truck’s passenger seat, But not the children’s feet. Two of our best chickens She chased like the dickens, Seven of my wife’s hats, But not much more than that. We paid a contractor Who with a large tractor, Dug a humongous hole For our dear doggy’s soul. And it did our heart good Though we now sleep on wood; Without a comforter, Since we did comfort her.