My dog use to listen to Bach
While running around on the dock.
Till a gal pug he spied
With a collar tie-dyed,
So now he just listens to rock.
There is a Pug dog named Jackson
and college football is his game,
with no time to spare
he's up in his chair,
to watch his favorite team Notre Dame
I paced as the coffee brewed
To one spot Sully stayed glued
"Dad where is my mom?"
She was held in Guam
Because her pug nose was skewed
There was a pug that craved fish
If served upon a posh dish.
Dining out it sat
With a wealthy cat,
Whose manners were well snobbish.
Not a Pretty Face
Trump is not an upright or decent man
Each hair on his head lacquered back with a can
His face looks akin to pug
Or rather a slimy white slug
Locking Mexican children away also make him no fan!
Recurring dream a hilltop
Take my pug to a pet shop.
His hair moist and long
Think I something's wrong,
A clerk blurts your pet's a mop.
There once was a Pug dog named Jackson,
went downtown to look for some action
He found him a bone,
and hurried up home
Now he's on the front porch Chillaxin
That's my boy........Jackson
In Encino there's a veterinarian
who is the Valleys rudest contrarian
He'll insult a shy tabby
Greet a pug: Hey there, flabby!
But at home, he's a kind Presbyterian
In calm waters as well as in strife,
there are moments in everyone's life
when a dog treats you better
— from a pug to a setter —
than your children, your friends or your wife.
A big meat eater in Tampa Bay
became a vegan for his fiancé
But his pug feels forsaken
with his bland tofu bacon
So he’s calling the S.P.C.A
The Canine Palace in downtown Fort Meyers
is where every chic, rich dog retires
The most posh place around
for worn pug or old hound
Ten grand a week is all it requires
A wrinkled and ugly young pug,
Once pooped on a new Persian rug,
Her owner was cross,
But she gave "not a toss!"
And just laughed it off with a shrug!
A young pug of exceptional breeding
leaps to her owners side as he’s reading
She adores Jane Austin
In her books she gets lost in
And won’t budge ‘till it’s time for her feeding
A cautious young lady in Garden Gate
brings her pug when she goes on a date
One bark: He’s nice
Two barks: Thinks twice
Three barks: Run before it’s too late!
An Australian pug so loves prawn
she could munch it from evening ‘till dawn
It’s called shrimp, silly Aussie
yaps a Yank borzoi quite bossy
But being good mates, their anger’s long gone
A charming pug much subject to flirting
loved a boxer so much he was hurting
At a rockfest at dark
all she would do is bark
He found the whole affair quite dis-concert-ing
A happy pug adored as essential
had doting owners quite influential
But with the stock market crash
she was sold for hard cash
Now she’s forlorn and inconsequential
A lonesome young mutt in Kalamazoo
Was so downcast he kept out of view
Just a schnauzer pug-mix
Shunned by smug pure-bred chicks
He’s found true love with his dear cockapoo