An Ode to Old Spot

This writing I’m doing needs someone to listen

To find out if my words are insane.

My wife does not care if my poems do not happen

So I hoped for an animal to tame.

I thought I could do it—grab a dog by the ear

So I bought one and taught him to speak.

I thought I could do it by the end of the year

And I did it by the end of the week.

I grabbed one of my poems as a good example

Of the writing that I wanted to seed.

The dog had a good laugh. Then, he called me a fool.

He said, “A dog cannot learn how to read.”

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