Hazard hummingbirds be far behind?
Polypneaps all breathe God speed.
Get Oxygen in from out and all about
With polluted ‘air’ so now a creed.
Honeybees’, toad frogs’ toils a-rout!
There was only one air.
There is only one sog.
Month: April 2014
Ode to the toad
Frogs to hogs, thousands to one
war ending now in forty fives
now cars are thousands toad frog none.
Tobacco odor, auto motor, end frog lives.
There is only one sog.
There was only one air.
Ode to the toad
Roll the papers, toss from bike
roll wild friends of morn we like.
Cat, birds, dog, and toady frogs
last laid waste by progress’ haste.
There is only one sog.
There was only one air.
Papers
Bob had hundreds, I had fewer.
We both saw toad frogs in the sewer.
By Progress-Index we spread war’s words.
While more pollutions come Petersburg’s.
There is only one sog.
There was only one air.
Ode to the toad
Tobacco in the air. Oil on the streets.
Tiny spreading rainbows
Road hogs’ drips.spills and sputters
killed off toad frogs in all gutters.
Morning newsboys miss these friends.
More rainbow splotches foretold their ends.
There is only one sog.
There was only one air.
What’s a bee Daddy? Auras yet to come
Let’s all parley one sog quale.
Our honeybees gone thin air.
’twas John Locke ‘pined it not we.
Mystery? when not one did care.
There is only one sog.
Created He our ether’s auras.
Earth’s air His aureole writ large.
Reside His halo made just for us.
Air on water Noah’s entourage
There is only one sog.
A Sog Story en Blog
Author: Fritzy ‘Pooch” Logan
Time: Late 18th century to tomorrow
Place: Planet Earth unique in universe
Style: Angor metered in bad doggerel sometime rhyme
Precis:
Happenings to lifeforms in earth’s atmosphere
Cigarette making machines now here
since the beginning of the Industrial Revolution,
late 18th century begins the pollution
rooted socially before starting, man unaware
if we did’nt know it now could we care
nuanced from lapdog pace to now greyhound race
then to some logarithmic canine chase.
Another Sog Story Sog Ball!
There is no gas in outer space.
All gas inner this one place.
While still good for lung passes
keep it so for lads and lasses
There is only one Sog.
Earth’s Great Gaspby Atmospherics (doff of the cork to F. Scott)
Great Gaspby fed by ullage.
Wafts and wisps splash our village.
Distillers all, LNG at sea
loss costs business and sickens thee.
There is only one sog.
Ullage comes post angel’ share
containers’ seep from here to there.
Says old saw to be relevant;
Hit by feather enough kills elephant
There is only one sog.
Existential Sog of Air
Watering plastic artificial plants
same as breathing pure air no chance.
No such thing as air anymore last gasp
open door breathe space occupying gas.
What was once now space occupying gas ‘sog’.