God's dog he barketh never
His tail is ever still
For heaven hath no cats to taunt
Nor rabbits yet to kill
He scratcheth not
And howleth less
His life a bitter pill
For omnipotents they throw no sticks
And low they never will.
To throw a ball in heaven
Is simply never done
And cars to chase in paradise
Are numbered less than one.
So paradox on paradox
The circumstances tell
Of a hound who dwells in heaven
But lives his life in HELL!
Sounds like a mistaken hellhound and a few people i know as well
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Do you think if he said his prayers every night it might help? He probably has that 'hound dog' look too. Bless him. Love Ernestine XXX