A Bulldog Poem – Conversations with the Pack

I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Sweetie: I have made up a poem.

Me: “Made up” seems to be your new favorite phrase.

Doodlebug: Remind me. What is a poem?

Sweetie: Words humans string together that sound the same. Like this: Run, run, run. Fun, fun, fun. Bun, bun, bun. Blah, blah, blah.

Doodlebug: It doesn’t make sense.

Sweetie: What does sense have to do with it?

MoonCat: Ah, the bulldog’s motto for life.

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