Bulldog on the Bus
It had grey eyes and a grey coat
It was a French Bulldog
She was being held like a baby by her owner.
I loved the way it looked at the other passengers, with disdain.
“How come that one has a pass?”
“some disabilities are invisible ma chérie ”
I had my sunglasses for that but Brigitte Bulldog didn’t hide.
She looked with ferocity at Mrs “She said to me and I said to her”
She swung her head around to bead the moaning minnie
with her langurous ‘I hate you look’.
This dog was from the 20s alright. The 1920s
She was a flapper disgusted by lovers.
All she needed was a cigarette holder and a string of pearls.
She alighted with maman at Victoria Park
who despite a lower middle class bearing said
“Cheers Drive” with the best of them.
Dog waves paw at Cardiff Bus Driver
Canton's Josephine Baker
They both did a little Charleston
as we sped off down Cowbridge Rd East
into the fumes.
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