Thursday, January 19, 2006

A Love Poem

Two frog
Sat on a log
Reading my blog.
One frog
Said, agog,
"How 'bout a snog?"
Said the other frog
In the bog,
"First, buy me grog,
Or a bread to sog,
You filthy dog!"
The first frog
Called her a hog,
An insignificant cog,
A gold-digging wog.
The second frog
Decided to slog
And went to play Pog.
The first frog,
Now alone in the fog,
Went for a jog,
And choked on the smog.

© 2006 Tony LaRocca


Ian T. said...

I thought horny toads were a sort of lizard? :)

Tony LaRocca said...

OK, but where's the fun in that?

Hellcat said...

Think your Oggs have been Flogged };-}

Tony LaRocca said...

I wanted the boy frog to offer to have the girl frog flogged- to which, of course, the little pervert would have pretended to be offended. However, I was running out of 'ogs...

So when did you get a first name? ;)

Hellcat said...

It would have been MUCH better with flogging!

When me and nmy Slave started getting REALLY confused (in her head only)