Pug

Face like a cannonball, smelt like an animal,
I wouldn't eat him if I were a cannibal.

Out in the night, he asked me outright:
Prodded my shoulder and told me to, 'Fight!'

When I said no, laughed he, 'Ho! Ho!'
Farted out loud and then stood on my toe.

At this insult my anger was binded,
Restraints for me could not be finded,
(Had it just been the toe stamping I woulnae have minded).

So I hit him.