Down in Devil’s Bog
Lived a frog
Inside a log
Where he wrote his blog
About Tony Hog
Who liked to jog
In the deep, dank fog.
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Did you see the cat?
The one that slept in a top hat?
It wouldn’t lie on its mat.
It acted like it owned the flat.
One day, it got into a spat
With a tremendous giant rat
That was very fat
During the combat
The rodent he did bat.
Until Matt
Hollered Scat!
To the brat.
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The chicken said, Cluck.
To the mallard duck
Because the buck
Was stuck
Inside a truck
When it tried to tuck
It’s antlers in that poor schmuck
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Feels like a fresh take to Old McDonald's. Enjoyed this!
This was great and too funny. Tremendous job with the rhyming
Hahahahahaha these were hilarious! I loved it!