blog fog

My daughter writes: why don't you blog?

I know she waits with eyes agog.

While I sit idly in a fog.

I do believe I've slipped a cog.


I must dispel this blinding fog,

But all I see is misty bog,

And in the bog a rotting log,

Upon the log, a croaking frog.


Perhaps to rid my mind of fog,

I should go walking with my dog.

It's cold outside so says my dog,

Why don't you stay inside and blog???


Look out, look out you silly dog,

Its fine outside, look at the frog.

He sits and croaks upon his log

He pays no mind to the misty bog.


At once my brain begins to clog

with thoughts of bog and frog and dog.

I rush to get a glass of grog,

A tested remedy for clog.


But now I sit my eyes agog,

For when it comes to good strong grog,

It never does dispel the fog,

At least for me an old grog hog.


I look again into the bog

Now plus the fog, there's strong grog clog.

Upon the log is no old frog,

It's now a little pollywog.


There's nothing left to do but jog.

So in my winter running tog,

I leash the collar of my dog,

And head outside to start my jog.


I rush out fast to start my jog,

But then I trip upon the log

And land in misty mucky bog

Quite a start for the pollywog.


What a mess, my winter tog,

Stained with moss from the fallen log,

Full of muck from the foggy bog,

As back to home I now must slog.


At home I'm in a deeper fog

Perhaps a glass of fresh eggnog

Will help to cure my broken cog.

I should have listened to my dog.


It's always better when there's fog

or any hint of a busted cog

to go on line where you can log

Into this site and send a blog...

Will help repair the broken cog



c.Bob Wall 2006