Bulldogs World

Why do we love our bullydogs so?
It seems very strange to so many, you know.
Their amazed at the wrinkled up face that seems “smashed.”
They whiff doggie odors and gas that’s been passed.
If some folks were honest, they’d shout out: “Alas!
You’re telling me truly, for this you paid cash?!”
Why do we love our bullydogs so?
Some call us weird and deranged “so-and-so’s.”
With stark frozen fear, they gaze at the teeth,
the massive broad shoulders and little fat feet.
They gasp at the sight of the jowls and then shriek:
“Someone please save me! Just throw him some meat!”
Why do we love our bullydogs so?
They say we’re obsessive fanatics, you know.
An accurate statement, but “Foul !” I protest.
You don’t understand why a bulldog’s the best!
It’s hard to explain; to that I’ll confess.
But sit down and listen, to what I profess.
Why do we love our bullydogs so?
And why does our love continue to grow?
I can’t speak for all, but I’ll say what I know.
To me it is simple, and easy to show:
From the short stumpy tail to the wrinkled-up nose,
they’re sensitive children, just dressed in dog’s clothes.