The Pug of Purest Gold
A Pug's your pal for always,
Through cloudy days or fine,
He'll lie stretched out besides you,
And curly tail untwine.
Perhaps your world's gone haywire,
And things seem far from fair,
To him it matters little,
So long as you are there.
This chubby bundle's waiting,
In failure or success,
And from his warmth of welcome,
Great wealth you can possess.
He's one of life's great treasures,
Whose value untold,
For every Pug is minted,
From fine and purest gold.
(Found on the Internet)
(Author unknown) |
