That evening, when everywhere was full of fog
I stepped out because my room was fug
After I have turned water from my jug
Into my mug
As I moved I saw a woman trying to lug
And mistakenly fell into a dug
Seeing this I ran and gave her a log
After she came out she gave me a hug
Then I continued my long walk
As I began to sing a song
Remembering the beat from our local gong
Usually sang in our local tongue
My plan was to go a play ping pong
And purchase some mung
Then I saw a man hitting a tong
And some bees which were bugs
Flew in numbers and gave him a stung
And he began to dance like a ningnong
As maybe they taught he was doing wrong
Recalling the clothes that still needs to be wrung
and hung
I began to pant expanding my lungs
But that could wait as my racket needs to be strung
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