Sep 2014
There once was a little pug
Who's fur was soft and amber.
We got the little thing
On the fifth of November.
Her grumbling so sweet
Muzzle so scrunched
We stared at her face
Even as she ate our lunch!
Who's fur was soft and amber.
We got the little thing
On the fifth of November.
Her grumbling so sweet
Muzzle so scrunched
We stared at her face
Even as she ate our lunch!
No hidden meaning. Disclaimer: I have no pug. I just like them. Hence my name.
