Charles with the Chompers

I'm not keeping track, but this is the second time this week that I've got some teeth.

Charles (don't call me Chuck) was hoping that I had a handful of corn, but when I didn't, he started gnawing on the wood fencing.

"On the wood you've made me dine,"
said old Charles...the donkey equine.

"Why didn't you bring me something from the apple line?"
asked old Charles...the donkey equine.

"How about a candy bar that they call Heath,
so that I wouldn't be ruining my teeth?"

"Onto the ground, I will take a romp(er),
to get away from using my chompers."

"If you'll look in Tim's extras,
before you say bye-bye...
you can look deep into...
my Charles-chomping eye."