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Mongo The Pongo
By: MarcPaperScissor

Mongo the Pongo
Was a smelly old dog
Who slept the day away in a sleepy old fog

She’d wake up for the day ready as can be
To fall back asleep so effortlessly
Because dreams are better even humans know that
But don’t tell the snake or the pesky old cat

Mongo the Pongo
Jump up from my bed and
Hit the floor and bumped her old head

She picked her head up and let out a cough
The floor wasn’t hard it was actually soft
So she laid right there with her head on the ground
Without a wink of her eye without the bark of a sound

Mongo the Pongo
Was dreaming of bones
When she awoke from a nap by the sound of some phones

She barked hey I am sleep will you shut that thing off
And let out a fart a sneeze then followed a cough
So I told her god bless you and she fell right into a heap
And Mongo the Pongo she fell back to sleep



 
 

 

 

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