The Pug of Purest Gold
A Pug’s your pal for always,
Through cloudy days or fine;
She’ll lie stretched out beside you,
And curly tail untwine.
Perhaps your world’s gone haywire,
And things seem far from fair;
To her it matters little,
So long as you are there.
This chubby bundle’s waiting
In Failure or success,
And from her warmth of welcome,
Great wealth you can possess.
She’s one of life’s great treasures,
Whose value is untold,
For every Pug is minted,
From the fine and purest gold.
Dedicated to My fav pugs Mack and Sweetheart who were taken too soon
2001-2016
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