Three poems about pugs.
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.