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The Red Well-Read Reader

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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