Beanie My Beagle and His Eggnog
Just a tiny bit more seasoned eggnog, my Beanie my beagle begged.
A teetotaler I had originally thought, but now not aptly pegged.
I gave Beanie a teeny slurp or two, but it was not enough.
He gave me a persistent bark, it sounded hoarse and rough.
I was startled at his insistence of another sip or two.
So I kind of outdid myself pouring a bunch in his dog bowl of blue
Now his tongue is out, and he is in no shape for a party.
But he is snoring, sleeping soundly, all hale, happy and hearty.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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