I asked my mom to buy a horse.
She says that there’s no room, of course.
The thought of owning a giraffe
just makes her shake her head and laugh.
And as for a rhinoceros,
she told me that’s preposterous.
When I brought home a wild yak,
she called Tibet to take it back.
I thought she’d like a cute red fox.
She threw him out and changed the locks.
And then that poor tarantula,
she drove off with a spatula.
I said “How ’bout an ocelot?”
but she just yelled an awful lot.
And when I caught that rattlesnake…
I’m pretty sure those tears weren’t fake.
I just can’t make my mom agree—
I guess that means she’s stuck with ME!
Are you thinkin' what I'm thinkin'? That this month's series of delightful poems would make a very fine, fun! book? :-) Joy! -DambaraReplyDelete