Treasure Island

Dr John Celes

(14-2-1957 / Coimbatore, Tamilnadu, India)

‘Dogo Erectus’!


Standing on its hind-legs,
Wagging its long tail,
Panting with its tongue out,
Without its fore-legs!

Stands a dog so freak-born,
Until dusk, from morn;
Passers-by go pat him,
Giving things to eat!

Smiling canine always,
Walks like human beings;
With its hind-legs strong as
A Kangaroo’s back-feet!

Thrilling all the people,
Peering at the beast;
Stupefying crowds that
Throng to see his feat!

Living with just hind-legs,
The dog can’t go on fours;
Smiling to the people,
Everywhere, he goes.

Having just but two legs,
The dog walks, runs so neat;
‘What undaunted soul, God! ’
Say people on the street.

Copyright by Dr John Celes 6-26-2008

Submitted: Thursday, June 26, 2008

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  • RAY LUCERO (6/26/2008 12:38:00 PM)

    Dr,

    God spelled backward is Dog: -)
    Did you mean to spell Dogo or Dog in your title?

    Peace,

    Ray (Report) Reply

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