ode to the blue toy

My life if ruined! Not 24 hours after the photo was taken of me with the blue toy, it was taken away. Why oh why?? I had the blue toy on the bed the other night trying to find the squeaker. Mom was asleep and buddy was in the closet- where he starts most nights. Suddenly I broke through the skin and started pulling the toy guts out. Deep in the middle... I found the squeaker. Victory, sweet victory! As soon as I found the squeaker, I fell asleep. The next morning mom woke up and was mad. Just because there were toy guts everywhere. She said "we can't have anything nice, not even a blue toy." and then, she took it. Now I can see it on top of the bookcase but I can't reach it. Whey must she ruin everything? I need the blue toy. I must have it!
I have composed a poem in honor of the blue toy. Please enjoy-

Blue toy oh blue toy, why did you come into my life
Your departure has hurt me, cut me like a knife.

Blue toy oh blue toy, your squeaker was so fine
From the first time I heard it, I vowed to make it mine.

Blue toy oh blue toy, our time together I will cherish
I'll hold it deep to my heart, until the day that I do perish.

Thank you, thank you very much
Sonny Sunshine