Short Bulldog Poems
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marshy mossy fly
fuzzy crowding cattails
green bulldog croaking
music in the bog
evening buzzes and humming
wild things aboard
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.
Mark nicely protects us all like a guarded bulldog on the prowl.
1/8/2021
Contest: Tease a Friend Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Bobby May
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
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!
A duck, a beaver
both swimmers, both fast.
A cardinal, a blue jay
with the feathers that last.
a bulldog, a bear
they both have hair.
A pony, a horse
and maybe a mare?
POOHSTICKS
I am a british bulldog
a junior jumping jack,
who loves my toe-tic-tac.
I pitch pennies against the wall,
but love playtime poohsticks best of all.
I've read the limerick written by you, ol' bloke
Gotta tell ya, Mate, as a limerick it's a joke
I'll throw my lines in the ring
Go ahead and take a swing
A bulldog packs a wallop with every poke
Big Fart
Jack has a bulldog. Boy can he fart
Phooey, they do not come from the heart
Don’t ever feed him beans
Or the odor gets mean
Never needs a battery to start
Tickle me pinck contest Oct 31
Here comes that fantastic clown dog with his bulldog Mike
They both very much enjoyed New York circus run by Mr. Spike
Dancing was frowned upon, so they barked and gave a hop.
Liked it so much, no one could make either of them pause or stop.
Here comes that fantastic clown dog with his bulldog Mike
They both very much enjoyed New York circus run by Mr. Spike
Dancing was frowned upon, so they barked and gave a hop.
Liked it so much, no one could make either of them pause or stop.
The British in the past
Seemed to have more grit
The Londoners of old
Bombarded in the Blitz
Shook their fists in defiance
Such were the plucky Brits
People alive today
Would never stand for it
They’d shout about human rights
And probably serve a writ
Form:
Strangers staring, father frowning
as the crickets chirp in the deluged duplex,
Sydney swims towards the stairs,
looks like no water wets here, she said,
father follows further,
where's little Linda? , he heard,
a barking bulldog runs down the slippery stairs.
A bulldog, spaniel and terrier played a game of pool.
Relieving me of my money and kibble. I felt like a fool.
They saw my T-bone and started to be salivating a drool.
I offered to trade them for the kibble, trick kind of cruel.
The T-bone had been enchanted by a devilish ghoul.
Never trust a Maine coon cat is a very good dog rule.
insects one two and three
a dietary substance for a megabat, me.
slurp slurp slurp
yum yum yum!
one thousand mosquitoes in my tummy tum tum
Watch out catfish, bass and bluegill.
Dive down quickly, and be really still.
My cousin bulldog bat is on the hunt.
He will snatch fish out of the lake.
Hide yourself for goodness sake!
doodle
poodle
beagle
regal ?
pointer
join her?
bulldog
bullfrog?
bird-dog
wears togs?
shepherd
peppered?
robust
adjust?
perfect
pet picked
you bet
asset
We found a female rat terrier/chihuahua mix, six years old. We have her on trial for two weeks to see if she will fit.
"We make a living by what we get,
we make a life by what we give."
Winston Churchill
aristocratic
leader destined for greatness
supercilious
Nobel prize winner
war correspondant
soldier
Britain's inexorable prime minister
diplomat par excellence
with bulldog tenacity
optimist
Winston
Churchill
Gentle, sweet and sagging smile,
No finer music than her snoring -
My loving English bulldog Frankie.
Just hate to exercise all alone,
Got Frankie to share my walks -
She does, to the end of the driveway.
Written August 25, 2012
For Michael J. Falotico’s contest
“What makes you smile, What makes you frown”
Two Senryus
Jerry’s on his holidays
So Tom‘s left all alone
Maybe Spike would be his friend
But Tom can’t find a bone
That great big sleeping bulldog
Often dreams of roasted cat
If Tom Cat wants to be his friend…
Well, best of luck with that
So Tom tapped Spike’s left shoulder
Then he yelped an awful cry
Tom’s tail was chomped and that’s what’s meant
By ‘Let sleeping dogs lie.’
He sat with slightly tilted head.
He didn't wish to be misled.
The command seemed arbitrary,
and, frankly, pointless - very.
Why would he want to sit like stone
when he could be burying a bone?
As a proud bulldog of station,
he had some reservation.
Chewing on nonviolent resistance
and his owner's strange insistence,
he decided not to risk it.
After all, it was a biscuit.
Strangers staring, father frowning
as the crickets chirp in the deluged duplex,
Sydney swims towards the stairs,
looks like no water wets here, she said,
father follows further,
where's little Linda? , he heard,
a barking bulldog runs down the slippery stairs.
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Joseph May. 19/5/2023. Alliterisen
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 up ready to scare him.
Oh my gosh! Yelled the brave lion named Jim.
Muscle-shirt man took his cell phone for a walk.
His mutt was just a four-legged afterthought.
Sniffing out voles and angels from the wildflower troughs...
Muscle shirt man jerked him by the neck over and over again.
I was trapped by Muscle shirt man's loud cell phone drone.
And the mutt's giant wiggly bulldog anus.
I slowed down to gain them distance.
They soon disappeared beneath April's green Avalanche.
Mary had a little lamb
She also had a bear
I’ve seen Mary’s little lamb
But I’ve never seen her bare
Apologise now for being so rude!
Mary had a little lamb she kept it in a bucket
Every time it got out the bulldog tried to - put it back again
Apologise now for being both so rude and crude!
No it’s just a Poets licentiousness!
Dedicated to the 0.01% who haven't heard these before!
Lest we forget !
Form:
Belligerent bulldog blows up balloons, bulbous and blue.
Frantic frenzied flamingo flips for a flute and a flu.
Persnickety porcupine prances perilous with pooh,
Concerned calico cat coaxes a cardinal’s carnival coo.
Daredevil dolphin diligently designs dalmatian dog’s hairdo.
Serendipitous skunk sashays toward sticky sweet stew.
Lavishly laborious lion lunges into little linguistic loo.
Youngish yak yells and yips at yellow bellied you.