That Winter Morning
'Twas the night before Christmas
When our hounddog got suspicious
Not that he was in the least bit malicious
But he did smell something deviously delicious
As he caught the cat and the fieldmouse
Up in the penthouse of the jailhouse
Together lovey dovey playing house
He wasn’t going to make a fuss
As long as there was enough for all of us
Of that champagne in the morning with citrus
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
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