The pink parrot

Pinkie came flying in to my room one night, his elegant pink feathers shone in the moonlight.

I asked him "oh pinkie where have you been?"

And he answered "I've been to London to visit the queen"

"What did you do there?" I asked

"I dined with her majesty and sat on her finest gold chair"

He replied

"Really" I said with my eyes open wide.

"Oh, but I haven't come to the best bit yet" pinkie exclaimed

"I won the award for the world's best pet"

And there it was a small gold medal that hung from his chest.

AN: well here is my first poems please review and tell me what you think.