Len Gurts, Bad Trainer

I read the horse a poem
that was actually a joke.
It neighed—Good poem!
It was very badly trained.

I read the horse a joke
that was actually a poem.
It laughed—So funny!
I laughed too, but made

it then chase a rabbit—the least
I could do. “Just
enjoy it!” I said. “And ignore the
dogs”—it did! As it turned out

I was the bad poem
and trainer.

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