Beware of Dogs

His daughter was getting married So the Hon. Minister’s gate was thrown open For just that day. And like flies to a carcass, The people thronged in To see, to hail, to help with cooking, And to gossip. His gangster paradise Of beautiful daughters and Buxom young wives, a harem of them, The assorted automobiles Could give one ******. The horticulturist Must have seen the Garden of Eden. The architect who designed his mansion Must have had A national monument in mind. My country’s ministers could be Very creative with tax payers money. They could conjure a paradise Right here on earth. One glaring feature in his paradise Was the dogs. The big fat dogs. Over a score of them. Easy to count as they were neither Caged nor leashed. They have been trained. Moving freely in groups of fours and fives. Amazingly calm but should not Be mistaken for our local dogs. It would be suicidal to do that. They were wild dogs. They minded their business as long as Visitors did not cross their path. They say at night, Those dogs don’t bark foolishly At a trespasser. They will eat him and lick up every trace That even Hon. Minister will not know Anyone trespassed.