Month: April 2014

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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’.