Best French Bulldog Poems

On an early April afternoon, nearly three decades ago
I waited to meet my firstborn, but time moved so slow

Upon her delivery I heard the lusty...

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This piece has a fairly tricky rhyme scheme =  a-a-B /c-c-B


If All of the Weird Ones Were Cropped


I was sittin’ alone in a booth...

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A creative process
disguised as a French Bulldog
has pooped in my mind-pot,
where I was complacently
growing small obscure weeds.

Muse me, or abuse me you poetry bug,
if you...

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He drew the drapes, nothing caught his eye
it seemed that yesterday had replicated itself,
only today it had chosen a deeper of gray tint.

On balance, it...

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