A Bit of Dog-gerel (Poetry with Theme of Evolution)

1887

A BIT OF DOG-GEREL

We bought him when a puppy,
And we know he was a pug,
For he had the usual trademark
On his ugly little mug.

He had eyes the size of walnuts,
And his nose to heaven turned,
And his underjaw protruded
As if for flesh it yearned.

While his color it was off'll
And his face was black as tar,
And the moles upon his cheeklets
Were the same as puggies' are.

And we knew he was a "thorough"
When we watched him at his play,
For his monkey-like expression
Gave his origin away.

And this origin of species
Is a very funny thing,
When the grandson of a monkey
Can be such a cunning thing.

LATER.

He's developed to a bulldog,
Evolution has begun,
And we fear he'll be a terr-ie-or
Before his race is run.

But there's one small consolation:
It is, that now he's ug-
Lier, if that were possible,
Than when he was a pug.

—Detroit Free Press.