dog graduated
from the old towne dog school.
his little black
gown and hat.
his diploma held
in his paw,
wagging his tail.
he learned how to beg,
to roll over,
to heel,
to stop barking with
a wave of the instructor's
hand.
he was a perfect little
student.
and then he came home
forgetting everything
he learned.
reform school is next.
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