Three poems about pugs.

by justbekozlowski

There once was a pug called pig,

He was notoriously big,

He ate lots of eggs,

And the bins at Greggs,

And that’s just why he is callled pig.


There once was a pig called pug,

Who didn’t get made into rugs,

he put up a fight,

but saw the fire light,

And bacon was served from pug.


There once was a pug called Paula,

Who wasn’t quite small, but smaller,

She had little legs,

like stumpy clothes pegs,

And stuck more on to be taller.