Our Own Ogden Nash

Date:  Sun, 27 Dec 1998 15:02:53 -0800
From:  Liz
Subject:  the pug song

I failed to coordinate a pug/hot tub night because the only person I called was Jill and she and Richard were kind of pooped from Holiday obligations/festivities and so when they declined the hot tub offer I just didn't call anyone else because I just sort of ran out of gas about the whole thing.

Unlike the pug, who had really evil gas all evening so maybe it's for the best that the plans were shelved. In fact, I made up an exciting and tuneful song about the pug's gas!

He's not a classy pug
He's a gassy pug

He's not a party pug
He's a farty pug

What's with that farty butt?
What's with that gassy mutt?

He looks so cute and he smells so bad
When Kate comes back I'm gonna be glad

She gets to pet this farty pug
And drive him around in her matching bug

I hope that she loves him a lot
Because he's a spazzy farty robot

The end!

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