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My pony isn't educated.

He doesn't know how to obey

We tried and tried, then

finally sent him away



At pony school. he would hide

or he'd lay on the ground.

The teachers tried

everything... offerings abound.



Because of his lazy ways

We had to take him out of school

we didn't think it fair on the others

that  he was breaking every rule.



Back at home he moped and lazed.

He missed that fine old school

even when the other ponies laughed

he would lay around and drool



When my dog was laid to rest

He ceased to breath, laugh and play.

It broke my heart & pony's too,

'cause we really didn't know what to say



When we went to visit him

We layed flowers on his earth'

just to show him of our love

the place of death of doggy's birth.



This same place that he lies

his wife lies silently by his side

I remember the day we lost her too

and how together we all cried



My puppy wasn't  educated either

He didn't know how to obey

We tried and tried, then finally

to puppy school he went to stay



Now my pony is so lonely

He misses his doggy pal

He peers thru the window

if he was a dog he would howl



I remember  puppy and Pony too

would dance and leap around

I think of the day they met each other

and the friendship they had found



they didn't need to go to school

they were able to teach each other

if it wasn't one playing pranks

it would always be the other



So I heed to my Pony's words



  "I am finally learning  how to take turns

  and not sulk or hide around.

  let us all be friends with each other

    Don't lie on the ground."



Linda M. Medeiros