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Oh, I’m nothing but a red polka-dotted pug. 
I’m silly and smug and my name is Mug.
      I need to see the Wiz to remove these dots, 
I don’t care of he has to peel, pull and tug,
      I’m just so sick of these red circle spots!

I shall walk along the yellow brick road to see
if the Wiz of Oz would like to fumigate me.
      Will I see the Tin Man who needs a heart?
Or is that just how it is in the Oz movie? 
      If I were real, who would play my part?

So here I am on this path to see the Wiz,
even though he don’t know who I is.
      I’ll be like, “Hey you! Get rid of my imperfections!”
And he would do it like it’s none of his biz!
      We’d share a rare bond and Ozardly connection. 

Dorothy and Toto! Is it really you guys?
I didn’t expect you, let me clear my eyes.
      Can you lead me to the right place I need to be,
you know where I can take off my polka-dot disguise?
      I’d finally be who I want to be, normal and free.

I approach the Coward of the forest wood,
He craves that courage and being understood.
      So he sings a song of an annoying tale,
wants to be “King of the Forest” if he could.
      I decide to move along slowly like a desert snail. 

OH BOY! Here I am and the end of the road.
These dots sure were such a heavy load.
      “So, Wiz…can you help peel off my fur
so it can grow back after it’s neatly sewed?”
       He said, “dear Mug, yes you need help, I concur.”

I say, “thank you”, and was on my merry way.
I’m sore and bruised but it’s a glorious day!
       No longer am I unlike the other pugs I know,
I’m conventional and typical, I am okay.
       I’m just a regular pug, a common Pug-Shmoe!



Off to See the Wizard Contest
Charles Messina
November 26, 2018

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