Frog Tog

Kidding, jeez don't have a cow man.

Anyway onto the poem:

FROGS AND DOGS

Tuesday, 15th October 2002

Frogs and Dogs in togs, sat on a log, overlooking a briny bog.
Hogs and Mogs at a bar, drinking Egg-nog, get up and jog through a busy fog, moving fast like clockwork cogs.
Those frogs and dogs jump off that log then swim about in that briny bog,
While the hogs and mogs, they stop their jog and make their way slowly out of that busy fog.

The frogs, dogs, hogs and mogs all meet up upon that log.
Then… the mogs chase the frogs, while the dogs chase the mogs, and the hogs chase the dogs.
While the hogs and mogs get lost in the fog, the frogs and dogs escape in their togs whilst swimming fast and far in that briny bog.
The hogs and mogs jog, back to the bar to continue drinking like never-ending clockwork cogs, their favourite drink, Egg-nog.

© By S.N.Hammond.
Graham needs to get laid then maybe he wouldn't be such a Loser!