The boy with the curly hair
Sat down beside the dog with the same.
In his hands he had a calendar,
Which he shared with the dog who didn’t care for any dates,
Accept this one,
Beside the boy with the curly hair.
(Since when did calendaring become a verb?
What does it mean to calendar anyway?
And why is it called booking, if a calendar is not a book?
Learning to read is hard,
Learn what to read is harder.
But reading together?
Ah, that is a month of Sundays.)