Ode to the Donut

I.

There once was a dog named Denny,

Whose perfections were much and were many.

He liked to curl up

Like a donut-turned-pup,

And go back to sleep againny.

II.

There once was a little Basenji,

Who snored while I read "Genji."

He twitched and he fiddled,

He dreamed that he piddled,

While eating a dog named Benji.

III.

It's bedtime, and Denny's tail is a-twitter.

It wigs and it wags as he circles to sitter.

He curls up to pose

With the tip in his nose,

Like a sweet apple fritter.