The Saga of Magaga
A boisterous, blustery braggart,
an orange-headed toad of a frog,
croaked in the bog ‘bout Magaga:
Ezekiel’s Gog and Magog.
His roaring set off a big earthquake;
brother ‘gainst brother with sword.
The Gopers destroyed one another
for they, all the warnings, ignored.
The country descended in chaos
to the glee and delight of the progs,
but this story has not yet unfolded;
somebody please gig that frog!
Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2022
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