I have a frog.
He likes to blog.
Lives on a log.
I have a frog.
One day my frog
while on his log
was eaten by a hog.
No more frog.
I have a hog.
He has no log.
He doesn't blog.
Boring hog.
I have a dog.
He bit my hog.
He wrote a blog.
Applaud the dog.
I took the log
of my long-lost frog.
I lit a fire.
Roasted hog.
No more frog.
No more hog.
Only my dog,
who likes to blog.
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So take your dog
for a jog
but not in the fog
He might fall over a log.
If he fell over a log
he might land in a bog.
Get shallowed by a frog.
No more dog.
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