bug on my rug

there was a green bug
not beetle or slug
found him on my rug
he looked like a thug

he crawled next to my jug
I heard a small ugh
a large hole he dug
proving he is a thug

not a slug but a bug
he looked happy and snug
I became my own thug
squashed him on the rug
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