Please come and watch the goldfish swim,
for our amusement, round and round:
my father bought it for a pound
on Tuesday last week on a whim.
The frog we caught last summer died.
Thumper fell victim to a fox.
The budgie’s buried in a box:
I think his death was suicide.
Our cat spends most days at the vets:
nine lives have gone, it’s extra time.
She coughs up multicoloured slime.
We never have much luck with pets. 
Dee Jinkse
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