© 2016 by P Michael Biggs
There once was a hog
No, no, not a dog
A hog, a hog
He would do monologues
“I’m a big ole’ hog
I sleep next to a log
I likes the dog
I can’t see in the fog”
“The farmer Mr. Og
Keeps frogs in my log
And on Sunday’s Mr. Og
Goes to his synagogue”
“He sips his eggnog
He pets his pet dog
He writes on his blog
About me, his ole’ hog”
“His sink has a clog
Which he doesn’t unclog
I think his seed catalogue
Is what caused the clog”
Mr. Og’s dog
And me, his hog
We jump and jog
As we walk through the fog
Oh look – there’s that durned ole’ frog
