Bulldog Poems - Poems about Bulldog

My Dog, Pig, was a British Bull A heavy but steady scary looking fool She would stand like a statue Perfectly hilarious And balance on things we thought precarious She faced every day with vigour, This rumbling tumbling Hog If there be a stream she could snarfle out You’d find her amongst the bog Every call was heeded By a wide and ludicrous stance, Oh my...

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Super bulldog frog had horns that made him dangerous in the Rodeo Sea. The other cow-frogs jumped around, and let the bulldog frog be. He might gore you, and then your innards would be all inside out and red. Worse yet, he might slice you in half which could make you incredibly dead. Super bulldog frog had no...

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I am a lion the bull dog bragged to a friend. The friend kept his chuckles until the very end. Thinking he looked ridiculous, because he did. A lion! Laughed his friend, a cat named Sid. I will sneak through the jungle the bull dog said. He was huffing and puffing now, his round face red. Sid the cat was sneaking...

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Are you the spirit of Halloween? The wind asked me. I scoffed and stuttered and laughed and broke free. Playful Halloween spirit or the more macabre, I wondered. Night sky lit up with lightning as dark clouds thundered. My jazzy side found humor in the question of the wind. I am not a devil, or evil, but how many witches...

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A sensitive bulldog who lives in Marquette is not one to forgive or forget Once left all alone to mope by the phone He still growls: Don’t dare call me your pet!...

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An athletic greyhound-bulldog blend is the pride and the joy of South Bend Fast and vivacious Strong and tenacious At Notre Dame he’s playing tight end...

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There was a new bulldog on the block. His name was Sammy. He was a rocker. His paws were clammy. We saw him from a distance And laughed a little bit. He was shaking his booty and having a fit. His music was kosher. His wiggles were familiar too. He said, “This is what rock, and rollers do!” Pretty soon we other dogs were...

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Thirteen times that flag when down Thirteen times picked from the ground Thrust aloft by last man standing With the mortar shells still landing Wield the colours twenty paces Over fallen friendly faces ’til the mortars take a rest Leaving shrapnel in his chest Man and colours, each goes down To the muddied blooded ground Laboured is his final breath Raised the flag with...

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Can you hear the melody the wind breathes into the branches brown and green and some black Its like the familiar noise your nose makes when you have a cold that whistling so faint The red blue black birds sing along in formation They are colorful dots in the sky like music notes that breeze reads and breathes song of life...

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We had him dead to rights, Herman and I. On his lips was a smear of blueberry pie. That bulldog is guilty as sin, we both agreed. Behind his back, while he carefully peed. Let’s get him to interrogation, Herman said. He’s the detective, with a bit of hair of red. I am Sergeant German, being a shepherd and all. I thought...

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Mark nicely protects us all like a guarded bulldog on the prowl. 1/8/2021 Contest: Tease a Friend Poetry Contest Sponsor: Bobby May...

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To spell wrong, should not be a miss. 'Miss' as I miss you feels wrong, for wrong spelling. Miss as in you, is so deeply heartfelt....

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Swings and hides in the kangaroo court. The bulldog drops him with one report. He struggles and fights to stay on his feet. His fancy footwork skips every beat. Bob and weave, stick and move. He floats like a kangaroo with no groove. Pathetic and weak and nothing original. He hides in the bush like an aboriginal. Come on sparky, show me something...

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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...

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The fearsome Bulldog strolls as a robust reminder to those exhibiting various traits of hooligan grinder. He keeps a close watch for surreptitious acts of malice from those who sneak a peek then retreat to their palace. Kings and Queens who flaunt their gargantuan pride. Be careful where you trod the dog hears every lie. Blocked by most of the sugar...

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