27 May 2012
Oh Lord, it's me, the pug The one with the squished-up mug. You're having a laugh! Come on don't be daft! You must be feeling quite smug.
I've a face only mother would love Not endowed by the Heavens above With grace or beauty Never called a cutie Hope you're happy! Father, Son, Holy Dove.
Really it's not very fair (Although I'm found of my small derrière) To make one so ugly And expect it to be loved, see Your divine joke ain't funny, so there.
In protest at my unfortunate face And to show how I won't be made base, Since you think it's a geg I'll wee up your Holy leg, Now who's laughing! Oh, the look on your face!
The Lament Of The Pug • Opuss № I