“My Pet” by Louise Pocock

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My Pet

 

I beg my mum for my very own pet.

She winks at me and says “you bet!”

 

But – it must not purr

Or have soft fur.

It must not bark

Or like the park.

 

No pets with a beak

That tweet (or shriek).

No pets that peak

Or sneak or squeak.

 

It can’t have hair;

Can’t need much care;

Can’t be boring;

Mind the flooring!

 

At the store I search until dark…

Mum’s going to love my new pet shark!

 

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