A Plinky Poem

If you had a wild animal as a pet:

I have a new puppy. We call him Barracuda.
A mouth full of teeth stick out of his mouth.
He always looks like he's smiling.
But he never looks happy.
Our friends won't come over any more.

Sure he's not as friendly as he could be.
He's got quite a bit of attitude.
The hair on his neck sticks up in the air when someone walks near,
and his blotchy fur coat in places is bare.
Be he's my new pet, a gift from a man who never left us his number.
One day maybe I'll pet him, or he'll let me in the den, so I can watch tv in my small home again.