Og Number Seventeen:
I have to make it a habit to regularly update this blog,
It is just such a bore sometimes my entries are so long that I slog.
I do not know if it will clog your mind if I overuse og og,
But I still really hate that subject which people like to call "geog".
I am lucky I do not take that course because I do like my dog.
This may seem random to you, probably really really such a bog.
Just for you to read this is a very terribly dauntingly slog.
I made a grammatical error just to hit you guys in the "nog".
Yes, I said "slog" two times because I am chopping a two-timing log,
Therefore I make a happy face because I spiked that log's vintage grog.
I could not complete my task because there was way too much London fog.
They told me that that fog is not called "fog" but is called smoke fog or smog.
Can you appreciate this poem for how many lines it has dog?
I write this like a robot which can also be called many gears and cogs.
I now run out of ideas so you can scurry and run along.
I make mistakes to break the monotony that the "og" sound makes. og.
Now "og"le at the "og"s to "og"cupy yourselves, you "og"gish fr"og"s.
Ok to really appreciate it you have to understand why the poem is called what it is called.
