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"
"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.