On shallow straw, in shadeless glass,
Huddled by empty bowls, they sleep:
No dark, no dam, no earth, no grass -
Mam, get us one of them to keep.
Living toys are something novel,
But it soon wears off somehow.
Fetch the shoebox, fetch the shovel -
Mam, we're playing funerals now.
Philip Larkin
Remember… A puppy isn’t just for Christmas… With any luck, there’s be some left over for Boxing Day!
Seriously, I liked the poem. Kids can be fickle.
And cruel also. I see it every day at work.