The Rock

The rock,

cold and hard.

They are lifeless

and come in all shapes,

color and sizes.

Some are heavy,

some are light.

we keep them as pets,

but we don’t feed them

because they’re dead.

I once had a pet rock.

His name is Rocky.

He was boring-

a solid grey color.

He didn’t do much.

Then I dropped him.

Now he has a friend.

They are two haves

of a hole.

I call them,

Rocky and Road.

They are lifeless pets,

which are easy to keep.

So get a pet-

A PET ROCK!

 

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