Where Is My Frog Bag
Where is my frog bag? The computer geek asked.
We did not hear him. He was too well masked.
His mumbling and rumbling traveled to ears of a hag.
She thought it was hilarious that a man had a bag.
Not understanding he had cords of every size and kind.
He was a computer I.T. with a big, brilliant electronic mind.
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