Harry Wants a Heffalump

…
(he’s feeling a little woozy)
He’s in a nonstop writing slump,
and this one is a doozy.

Harry wants a heffalump,
not a ferret nor a frog.
He’s had it with cat-astrophes
and can’t get his dog to blog.

He’s just invented the swooshiphone
(or…what the heck is that thing?)
and he needs a pet to peddle it
and make his poems sing.

Harry wants a heffalump
some handsome pet to brag on.
And if the heffalump won’t jump,
then Harry wants a dragon.

 

 

…
Quickly prompted.