In a field where the stern are revered, A Labrador’s grin broadly appeared. Roger, not one for the line, For sniffing out crime, Was “too friendly,” and thus, out he veered.
Trained young for the tasks of the law, Taiwan’s customs found one glaring flaw. Not a trace of the mean, In his warm eyes a sheen, For the narcotics patrol, he’d withdraw.
Yet, where strict doors closed, windows flung wide, In earthquake’s harsh wake he’d reside. Through rubble and fear, His mission was clear, A rescuer with bounds none could hide.
Lee saw past the bounds of the norm, In disasters, he’d eagerly swarm. With a sniff and a bound, Lost souls he found, From tragedy, hope he’d transform.
A quake shook the roots of Taiwan, Roger’s heart and his legs carried on. The temblor’s fierce dance, Gave this pup one more chance, To prove worth beyond what’s gone.
“Too friendly?” A fault turned to gold, In the tales of his rescues, retold. Though his service concludes, And quietude broods, Roger’s legacy will warmly hold.
So here’s to the dog too affable, Whose saga proves rather adaptable. From misfit to hero, His count not near zero, In hearts and in history, he’s graspable.
