our pets are unusual
my little sister has a persnickety pretty polka dotted dragon
I stay clear of him even when his tail is wagg’n.
I myself ride a slightly off-kelter purple unicorn
who when he was a baby somehow lost his horn
we will race each other, my little sister and I.
Our judge is a day owl named Old Sly.
Old Sly should be nocturnal, but refuses to be.
I admit our pets are unusual, and I mean all three.
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