My post today is a poem about going to a pet store.


pet store


If I had a hundred dollars to spend,

Or maybe a little more,

I’d hurry as fast as my legs would go

Straight to the animal store.

 

I wouldn’t say, “How much for this or that?”

“What kind of a dog is he?”

I’d buy as many as rolled an eye,

 

Or wagged a tail at me!

I’d take the hound with the drooping ears

That sits by himself alone;

Cockers and Cairns and wobbly pups

For to be my very own.

 

I might buy a parrot all red and green,

And the monkey I saw before,

If I had a hundred dollars to spend,

Or maybe a little more.

 

Rachel Field, “The Animal Store” © 1926

 


Do you know why I like this poem? There are no cats! Ok, it’s a little weird that there’s a monkey in it, I’ve never seen a monkey when I’ve visited a pet store.

Once in a while Buffy LOOKS like a monkey…. Darn… I guess there’s a cat in the poem after all.

~Cooper~