TUESDAY, 13 MARCH 2012 16:08
From the Italian of Rocco Scotellaro (1923-1953)
How nice being paupers at Christmas
because then the rich are good;
how nice the crèche at Christmas,
in the midst of lions.
The Police Dog
From the Roman of Trilussa (1873-1950)
Ran into a Police Dog the other day.
Said I, ‘How’s it going?’ Said he, ‘Okay,
Every thief I run into I put away.
It’s by smell I detect them, my friend.
This nose of mine is their end.’
Just then a fat banker strolled by,
The sums of whose thefts were untold.
Addressing the Dog, ‘Smell that odor?’ asked I.
‘Thing is,’ feigned the Dog, ‘I’m down with a cold.’
This Police Dog I met on my journey
Will soon be made District Attorney.
.V.S. Naipaul (1)
Charles Lambert (1)
M.L. Rosenthal (1)
Scott Pack (1)
Short Stories (1)
Susan Ashe (3)
current events (1)
short story (2)