My New Pet

I asked Mum for a puppy dog.
I thought she said, ‘OK’.
So all last week I dreamed of him
and all the games we’d play.

I dreamed of playing ball with him
and playing fetch with sticks.
I dreamed he’d walk to school with me
and show my friends his tricks.

I’m sure that you can understand
why I was so upset-
instead of my new dog, I got
a turtle for a pet!

He sat in his aquarium
and slowly blinked at me.
He barely swam around at all.
How boring could he be?

I took him out and threw a ball.
He hid inside his shell.
I gently rolled the ball to him
but that scared him as well.

And when I tried to make him fetch
the stick I found outside,
he wandered off the other way.
I very nearly cried.

I ran inside and got the leash
to walk him down the street.
The collar slipped right down his neck,
then off his shell and feet.

But suddenly he scrambled up
and raced across the ground!
He headed straight for our screen door.
I watched without a sound.

That’s when I knew my pet was great.
Can you guess what I saw?
My turtle that was not a dog
crawled through the doggy door!

 

15 thoughts on “My New Pet

    • Hi Samantha,

      Thank you for your lovely comment. Part of this poem is true- my turtle really did crawl through the doggy door. The rest of the poem is made up.

      Kristin

  1. It is very nice and funny! When I read it, it made me feel like laughing at the end. I really like the very last bit where it said “My turtle that was not a dog crawled through the doggy door,” it is very funny and ironical.

    • Thank you Thisali,

      You are right, it is ironical. Though it is also the only part of the poem that is true- my turtle crawled through our doggy door! That is what inspired me to write the poem.

      Kristin

    • Thanks Tharinsa,

      I like that line too.
      The poem is made up, except for the part about the turtle going through the doggy door. My turtle really did that!

      Kristin

  2. Thanks for sharing great rhythm and ending. I enjoyed the More Funny Poems for Kids Workshop at Gawler Poetry at the Prince Albert Pub.

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