Dog Acts

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I like America’s Got Talent,

especially when they have dog acts.

I love dog acts.  I cry at dog acts.

 

I wish dog acts would bark and chase

those young kids and aspiring adults

who sing opera every year and

get into the semifinals off the stage;

chase the pretentious dance troupes

and acrobats; half-funny comics;

the children who sing lustily in adult voices;

the seniors with fading contralto dreams;

the day glow CGI artists who

illustrate on a big, dark canvas;

the magicians with their card slight of hand,

even the ones who just do regular magic—

right off the stage with a bark and

a push of their snouts.

 

Dog acts are pure.

They sit.  They heel.

They stay.  They obey.

They even sing, dance and draw too.

 

All acts should be dog acts.

All dreams should be dog dreams.

 

Every million dollar winner,

mongrel or pure bred,

should have a 100% canine heart—

even though they would trade it all

for a pat on the head, good treats

nice walks with you and belly rubs.

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