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.
Hi 👋 your poem is really good I like your title lots 🍄
i like the way you discribe the dog
I like how you have descirbed her but do you think you can make the i in “i smush her face” a capital letter?