The Singing Bulldog
Another minion has entered the field.
The family genius unable to yield.
I guess the peace has now been broke.
The son of satan takes a poke.
More joy doth spread on this fine day.
More fertilizer cast out for the hay.
Like I said it comes ten-fold.
No more warnings you have been told.
The trolling bullies they come once more.
Even more vulgar than before.
I guess we'll see what daylight brings.
The bulldog is loose and now he sings.
Copyright © Mark Koplin | Year Posted 2020
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