Chester Titor loved his oldest
Though her tone could be the coldest
On her dinner now she'd choke,
Trying once to hail his joke
Chester Titor's younger daughter,
Sleeping hard beneath the water
Bubbles meet the candle wax
He always told her to relax
Chester Titor drove his tractor
South and towards the trash compactor
Inside he found his wife so neat
He'd urged her to be more petite
Chester Titor's son in band
Holes in belly, knife in hand
Justice sloppy, bullies hacked
He always urged the boy to act
Chester Titor went back home
Fido's mouth a sea of foam
Shot at it, it didn't suffer
Always wished that dog was tougher
Chester Titor sits in violence
Overwhelmed by all the silence
In youth he dreamt of, with soft glee