pouter-pigeon

What comes next is the matador and he approaches with his tight-assed, pouter-pigeon walk, flaunting his coleto, the pigtail that is the professional mark of a torero who has taken his alternativa and is no longer a novillero.

There is no such thing as a bullfight 2004

What comes next is the matador and he approaches with his tight-assed, pouter-pigeon walk, flaunting his coleto, the pigtail that is the professional mark of a torero who has taken his alternativa and is no longer a novillero.

There is no such thing as a bullfight 2004

Judge Payderson came in after a time, accompanied by his undersized but stout court attendant, who looked more like a pouter-pigeon than a human being; and as they came, Bailiff

The Financier 2004

The woman took the teacup from Antryg and held it defensively to her pouter-pigeon bosom, as if the future itself, and not merely its reflection, were held within its leaves.

The Silent Tower Hambly, Barbara 1986

My mother, alas, had put on much more than the original four kilos she had once gone to Bagnio to lose; she seemed, in fact, to be taking on pouter-pigeon dimensions.

The Luxembourg Run Ellin, Stanley 1977

With his inevitable top-hat, his heavy eye-glasses cord, his military moustaches and upward pointing beard, his pouter-pigeon carriage, his glowing spats and his boutonniere, his aroma of distinction, and his ruddy consciousness of his prestige, he is our great tour-de-force as a figure in the artistic scene.

Walking-Stick Papers Robert Cortes Holliday

Upon this, the pouter-pigeon lady bore off her small son to be fed, other mothers did the same, and the remaining children, at the lure of food, sidled off of their own accord, or sped wildly, whooping out promises to return.

The Nest Builder Beatrice Forbes-Robertson Hale

The bulging chest often indicates no more than pouter-pigeon bluff temporarily put on.

Certain Success Norval A. Hawkins

Whereupon "Boilerplate" acquired a pouter-pigeon chest, which fairly bulged over the bar railing, and gave me his word of honor he'd be waiting at Forty-fourth Street about eleven on Friday.

Ainslee's, Vol. 15, No. 5, June 1905 Various

He would strut about the campus as proudly as a pouter-pigeon, never realizing, apparently, that we were laughing at him.

Reveries of a Schoolmaster Francis B. Pearson