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The Bulldog

As The bulldog walks by her belly wiggles and her face jiggles,Lazy as a kite that fails to fly.

Cute as a bumble bee in the sky.

Eyes piercing your heart with cuteness as the sun goes by,laughing as i smush her face.

Ears flopping as she runs slow in the cloudy weather.

Stubby legs as she struggles to run up the stairs, panting as she runs out of breath.

3 Responses to “The Bulldog”

  1. Hi 👋 your poem is really good I like your title lots 🍄

  2. i like the way you discribe the dog

  3. I like how you have descirbed her but do you think you can make the i in “i smush her face” a capital letter?

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