Day # 14 Peter and the Frog

The man who sits beside me at work, occasionally has a coughing fit.
It's from our sometimes poor air circulation.
He coughs and coughs, and then he hacks and hacks,
trying to clear his throat.
As Mr. T would say: "TOO LOUD!"
Tonight Peter apologized for the racket he made
when finally he got through it all, and said
"I must have a frog in my throat."

"Well," says I, "whatever you do, don't croak."
Then I looked down at the floor and said that our lead come over and ask:
"What's Peter doing on the floor with a frog in his mouth?"

Then I would have to say
"He croaked! I told him not to but you know men - they never listen."