Day 141
Today is Day 141
In a one-hundred-eighty day
School year
Thirty-nine days to go
Thirty-nine?
What a drag!
Yes, daughter, but can
You not see what you have
Achieved?
Can you not feel progress?
How about some growth?
Try to find some joy in
Growing through the
Thirty-nine
You’re going anyway,
My dear
C L Couch
Old Poodle
Old Poodle’s rather useless,
Like his step-brother also
Old beyond his breed’s
Allowance
But none too bright with too
Shrill a bark—fine with him,
Since his hearing’s hard
Looking to command him
Is a whimsical try, for he
Has cataracts thus can ignore
Any words he doesn’t want
To see
I think Old Poodle likes things
This way—no expectation
Presses, while his interests
(Not surprising, is it?) take
Away all other precedence
After all, anything not sensed
Can become preeminent
Useless, loud Old Poodle is a
Dear—‘til God wants him, we
Want him here
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