The one about the avid athlete

Written by eklastic 
A young man from France went out for a jog.
He ran every day, come rain, shine or fog.
He jogged through the ‘hood,
He jogged through the wood.
Until he stopped - ‘cause he’d met a hog.

Laughing Along with a Limerick: Jog

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