Hello, humans and dogs (and cats if any are listening or reading, even Moon the Cat). Please allow me to present my musical poem entitled “Bulldog Blues”.
BULLDOG BLUES by Stella the Bulldog Poet
They call us the dogs who are clowns
But our faces are turned down like frowns.
You can make us smile.
Our grins are wide for a while.
But then we get the Bulldog Blues.
Bluuuuuues! Mwahhh! Mwahhh! Grraahhgh!
How did you like it?
Me: For a bulldog, it is really good.
Stella: For a bulldog?
Me: Well, I mean, you have a short vocabulary compared to humans, but you made a couple of rhymes and it sounds as though you could put it to music.
Stella: That was music. I was singing it. Didn’t you notice? You don’t have a very good ear for music, do you?
Me: I guess I’m used to the human kind.
Stella: I think they could play it where you push those buttons in your rolling box.
Me: The car radio?
Stella: If you say so. I think humans would start singing it, too.
Me: We could, but it won’t mean as much to us as it does to bulldogs.
Stella: Still, it is way better than that boring stuff you play on the car’s music box. All that stuff without words. It’s nice to nap to, but mine is better. And shorter. And louder.
Me: Loud. Now that is one thing we can agree on when it comes to bulldog singing.
Stella: Loud and proud. If you are going to sing, sing like a bulldog. Make sure everyone can hear it.
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