There is many a good tune played on an old fiddle.

A mini-‘log’.

Posted by Big John on July 22, 2007

My mind is a fog.
I don’t know what to blog.
At times it’s a slog.
It’s no ‘fall off a log’.
I could go for a jog,
 be chased by a dog,
and because of the smog,
run into a bog,
meet a one legged frog,
who asks for a snog,
and turns into King Zog,
wearing only one clog,
who then starts to flog,
an Albanian hog.
Must have been at the grog.
Brain shifts up a cog.
Still all agog,
and …

…  no clue what to blog.

(bigjohn 2007)  


4 Responses to “A mini-‘log’.”

  1. Chris said

    Get back under the duvet with the very high tog,
    And write us a post about Noggin the Nog.

  2. Betty said

    Awwww, we know you’re just taking time out to read Harry Potter.

  3. Oscarandre said

    Well, John, I haven’t heard a rhyme stretched that far since “Eve of Destruction” – If you remember the verse that starts as “My blood’s so mad feels like coagulatin’/I’m sittin’ here just contemplatin’/I can’t twist the truth, it knows no regulation/…” and on and on to include unlikely relationships between legislation, integration, disintegratin’ and, of course, frustratin’. And all to about 4 chords!

  4. Big John said

    Sorry Chris I’m an old fashioned sheets and blankets man.

    Betty – I would sooner read Chris’s ‘Noggin the Nog’ than bloody Harry Potter .

    I would have included ‘golliwog’ Oscarandre, but I didn’t fancy having my door kicked in by the police.

    ………. :-)

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