Unjustly Accused

Early this morning, in bed I reclined
When all of a sudden I heard Mabel whine

Stop your moaning, my girlie —
It’s far, far too early!

But the sound it persisted,
My protests resisted

A sad little whimper, a plaintive sigh
What causes this drama, this pitiful cry?

No dachshund was pleading ...
’Twas me who was wheezing!

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