Mark Koplin Poet Rhyme

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.

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Indiana Shaw April 10, 2020 at 7:44 PM Yap, yap, growl, yelp . . . ; ) Mark Koplin April 11, 2020 at 8:13 AM Thanks for stopping by Shaw. Have a safe day

Jan Allison April 3, 2020 at 9:42 AM wish I could get grow bags and fertilizer, they are rarer than loo rolls here:-( hugs Jan xx Mark Koplin April 3, 2020 at 1:34 PM Not here. it's everywhere.

Jan Allison April 3, 2020 at 9:41 AM You are like a dog with a bone lol, thanks for making me smile, yeah I see someone has crawled out of the woodwork recently its quite a miracle in many ways lol:-) hugs Jan xx Mark Koplin April 3, 2020 at 1:33 PM lol... a tasty bone. I like to step on things that crawl.