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Story 211

Rodge

Rodge ate so much fattening stodge

That he grew a huge podge

And couldn’t get through the door of his lodge

Or onto the front seat of his Dodge

So he took a job as a farm hodge

Hoping for his fat to dislodge

Story 212

Outside of Prague

Away from the smog of Prague, there lives a young man with his dog in a hut of

cedar log.

To support himself he raises hogs and makes wooden shoes called clogs.

Early every morning he puts on his togs And jogs through the smoggy, soggy

bog. Afterward he’ll drink eggnog or a bottle of grog and serve his lucky dog

scrump •tious legs of unlucky frog.

Hi! Have a nice Day !

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