The Perfect Pet

I've always wondered which was the perfect pet,

Many ideas have popped into my head.

There are so many that my parents would get,

But most of my pets were annoying, even Fred.

I once had a hampster his name was Phil,

I played with him in my mini monster truck.

When we were done he was still as a hill,

He died so fast, but he only cost a buck.

Another pet was a pig i named Sheen,

Running around he chase all my sisters.

He was playful and fun, but never clean,

We returned him saying, "Heres your pig, misters."

At the age of eight I got a frog,

I called him Fred and he could hop.

He decided to play with my dog,

That was the day that his hop would stop.

At age ten I got a lizard still unnamed,

He was small, green and never made a mess.

During the first day his life was claimed,

He died two days into his life what a distress.

We caught a tarantula on out front step,

He was big and furry, what a fright.

If i could i would have named him Shep,

but my mom crushed him in the mid of the night.

My sister got a chicken at school,

It was cute at first but then it grew.

It ate scraps off the ground and it was cool,

My mom then decided to make chicken stew.

I've had three cats in all of my years,

They scratched and clawed everything in sight.

They gave our whole family painful tears,

We gave them away because they were a fright.

So I have decided through much hardship,

The perfect pet was everywhere i looked.

It might not beb able to do tricks or flip,

and it can not ever be cooked.

Anyone can get one very easily,

It is cheaper than a single sock.

You can name it Sam or even Billy,