Our Molly

  

We own a bulldog who likes to chew.

If you’re not real careful, she’ll chew on you, too.

She’s a big young bitch with smiling face,

And she can use you to mop up the place.

Her face is half shadow and half pink and white.

Her pigeon toed stance makes grown men faint with fright.

She’ll eat anything that doesn’t eat her first.

If you’ve not seen her eat, then you’ve not seen the worst.

Just when you think you can’t stand her no more,

She’ll look up at you with eyes that implore.

She’ll blink them real slow and stick out her lip,

It’ll make your heart do an odd little flip.

She sits on her rump and lays flat on her back,

With her ears hanging loose and her jowls hanging slack.

It pulls her eyes up and she stares like a ‘gator.

Like she’s been run over sooner than later.

She’s afraid of nothing, except maybe a bear.

She’d give her life for us without turning a hair.

But she snores really loud and can smell real bad too.

If they ain’t put up, you’ll be minus a shoe.

But all in all, when it’s time to measure her love,

You won’t find it lacking, it’s gentle as a dove.

One promising wag from her stump of a tail,

And you know her loyalty will never fail.

She’s won over our family and without a doubt,

Her devotion is as strong as her body is stout.

Her heart is a giant in that great barrel chest,

And we’ll love her forever, then put her to rest.

So if you love faithfulness and genuine trust,

And you don’t mind slobber, shed hair, and dog dust,

A bulldog is something you really must own.

She just needs you – and of course, a big bone!