Top Dog's Trail

                     Top Dog's Trail
                     by George Amadi

Captain Adarema red crust scoops,
little knowing unseen eyes stared;
Martians, fascinated by huge boobs,
nothing have that sexy ever bared.

Nkita's frosty nose at trouble hints,
Man's best friend groping on stilts,
couldn't help but be ill on red planet,
alien to a foot-loose dog's dragnet.

Metal bones yummy seen from afar
but up close, really weren't crunchy,
this, in turn, Major Ibe made grumpy,
he who had space-ship's door left ajar.

Cold a trio sent back in, heat hunting;
all Control Tower could do was wait.
Soon, reddened sun doubled as bait,
an expedition crew prying, taunting.

Mother ship, expected much sooner
late arrived, said one calendar lunar.
Back in Owere, lofty ideas take wings,
'Imoh Space' a new expedition strings.

Lagos
Oct. 13, 2012