There was a nutty sheep-dog
Way back in ancient Rome
The Emperor brought him back from Wales
To work in his new home
The emperor was a cruel sod
There’d never been one meaner
When his lions chomped on Christian chow
He’d laugh like a hyena.
He dressed the Christians, all in wool
So the dog took them for sheep
He would round them up toward the lions
That’s how he earned his keep
So mad this dog, and keen as well
Would chase the sheep until he fell
The only way to make him rest?
A bag over his head and chest.
The arena in Rome was named after him
Though you won’t hear THAT in a museum.
How the emperor would shout, “Guard, remove the bag,
And let the Collie see’em.
Your cleverness never ceases to amaze; and without fail one questions the origination of your inspiration (scary?) :) t x
Brilliant! An exceptionally punny poem from the master of comic relief on this site. I salute you, Scottish Sire. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
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I would like to translate this poem
The Papals off, the bag did shout collie off the dogs for I've been robbed of having a name in a major uprise for roam did not suppress burn, .. as deletions disguised .. but did cha' coll n 'see him?