Beagle Poems - Poems about Beagle

Barkley DeVile, Barkley DeVile Barkley’s my Beagle and hes handsome as hell! If you saw him, you’d see just what I mean! Barkley, Oh Barkley You must be the cutest Beagle there’s ever been! I love you Barkley DeVile At first you think its impossible and must be a dream! To see such a lovely Beagle but believe me...

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that’s not a beagle! Said my cousin Dave as a decorated beagle came out of the cave. What is it then? I asked, wondering too. The beagle’s legs were long, he was wearing pink and blue. Is it a beagle? Dave asked, wondering aloud. The dog gave him a withering look, he looked mighty proud. Then he gave a beagle howl,...

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I Humans are divine, but watch & emulate pigs II We have body-vehicles; "I'm my car," is like thinking you are poultry III Scripture helps us recall our divinity (versus eating with pigs, as the fate of The rude spendthrift & HEIR in LUKE 15, teaches us) IV Earthly problems drag us to poultry level. Recall you are an eagle; fly with...

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adorable optimistic beagle puppy reaching for the sky paws up high dancing the watusi and then the tango more reserved brother watches longingly wishing he felt free spirited too...

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Hey you, dog! With your white tail tipping past my window Or your face, tricolor, pressed against the glass, I can see you even in the dark garden, But now our garden games are past. The couch stretched out beside me for a day or two, The water bowl still full and going green. The door bell rings and I'm alone...

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A jazz loving beagle in Fairfax digs Dizzy and Miles to the max But it’s now hip-hop and punk No more groovin’ to Monk He visits neighbors just to relax...

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A lazy beagle who lives in Merced won’t budge ‘till it’s time to be fed When his owner shouts: Stay! she barks: You’re so Type-A! Then walks off and goes back to bed...

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Wondering Not Lost My beagle went on summer vacations Spreading good will in many nations He never got lost Paid his traveling cost He was so into public relations ...

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A puppy one day I brought home, A jack russell you are, You have beagle ancestors, Having the beagle droopy ears Your cute as can be, You have some funny ways, Dirty clothes you drag around, Rolling on my sons bed, Ripping the innards from shoes, Growling at the dog in the mirror, Growling at animals on the tv, Some things you really hate, Like that squirrel,...

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Burrowing deep beneath black earth He rakes aside the dirt Leaving traces of his scent To mingle with the whiff of the groundhog Who is waiting just inside the shaft Where he’s left his breath And his frightened taunt All in his whistling yawn Excavating the channel to dispel Any thought of leaving behind This animal who he’s tracked And trailed through Underbrush and weed Behind the...

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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...

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Down swoops the seagull in a manner so regal When tries this the beagle He looks like an ill eagle...

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i wish i was a beagle long fat and always legal no hunting creatures I'd change those features a king of dogs most regal 5/2/18 I wish I was a - Poetry Contest, sponsored by Viv Wigley...

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Boris the Beagle This is the story of Boris the Beagle, Fearless and brave like Eddie the Eagle. Ski jumps, sky dives, death defying dare, Hang gliding stunts, spinning in the air. High speed zip wire, Boris on the line, Jumping off a bridge into the brine. Planning a wing walk over the sea,...

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My dog eats tinsel, It drives me round the bend, It’s certainly not pleasant, Coming out the other end. I’ve heard about farting fairy dust, But tinsel turds are a joke, Clearing up after him, Makes me want to choke. At least I can find them, Under the moonlight, Just like a beacon, Shining in the night. There’s gold and silver ones, Red, green and blue, Who’s ever heard...

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