“My Pet” by Louise Pocock

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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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