My bulldog
found a bullfrog
on a gnarly log
in a mossy bog.
Thick grey fog
looking like smog,
covered the bog
like flies on a hog.
Along came a groundhog
lost in the fog
who stopped in his tracks
when he spied the dog.
He filled the bog
with an angry monologue
when the frightened bullfrog
leaped on top of the dog
and they took off on a jog.

Author; Erin Howard