Best Beagles Poems
Overweight Terrier:
Porky
Yorkie
Un-cool Terrier:
Dorky
Yorkie
Spaniel dog breeder:
Cocker
Stocker
Parrot who mimics a Spaniel's bark:
Cocker
Mocker
Book on how to care for Cockers:
Spaniel
Manuel
Originally from England, a well-rounded Spaniel stays in shape by playing:
Cocker
Soccer
Then showers and dresses by its:
Cocker
Locker
Dachshund headgear:
Weenie
Beenie
Grouchy Dachshund:
Meany
Weenie
Proportionally, male Dachshunds have:
Teenie
Weenies
(But size isn't everything)
Dachshund making critcal life choices:
Eenie
Weenie...
Lassie was a level-headed dog and never engaged in:
Collie
Folly
Reared in a loving environnment, she was a rather:
Jolly
Collie
Bred in the capitol city of NC, making her a:
Raleigh
Collie
To commemorate her frequent (and often rowdy) visits to N.O. a streetcar was renamed the:
Collie
Trolley
Snoopy immigrated to the States but alas, was found not to be a:
Legal
Beagle
Thus he was deported back to England but was promptly knighted by the Queen becoming a:
Regal
Beagle
Now a celebrity, he even had an entourage of nubile young female beagles named:
Snoopy's
Groupies
Eventually, he met his soul mate, married her in Westminster Abbey and it is rumored that they engaged in numerous and somewhat kinky sessions of:
Snoopy
Whoopie
Who would have guessed/ the love carried for a beagle no less
Lily howling at the moon/ with ears long as her toes our coon
she gave birth to Bambi with no tail/ jack a be , 3 yrs later she is ours still
no describing the love for our girls / dressed in pink shirts and curly frills
the girls don't like when we leave home / they show us for leaving them alone
the pillows torn and howling non stop / we love our girly beagles until we drop
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We’ll build a wooden structure
With planks torn from our ships
And place it by their gates
Then we wait for the eclipse
Now I know you all have questions
About how I know these things
But I’ve studied all religions
Foreign Nations, Queens and Kings
Some kingdoms honor Bears
Some worship cats and eagles
Some lions, tigers, bears, “Oh My”
Foxes, wolfs and beagles
Now, these Trojans have one fondness
It stands upon four feet
It feeds upon the grassy plains
And they ride it down their streets
We will build it long and sleek
With a tail tacked to its end
And ears, upon its oblong head
But, with one thing more to send
There, concealed inside its belly
Are those who lie in wait
For the beast to be drawn inside
The Trojan’s massive gates
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So until the sun starts rising
You men must now embark
And assemble the device
While working in the dark
The others on the beach
A distraction will devise
To keep your labor secret
From those Trojan’s prying eyes
Now off with you, behind that mound
I have a party to attend
It’s not often I can have some fun
At the same time to offend
( Troy 1184 BC, The Beach Party )
The Flames of passion darted up
Into the evening air
It made the glittering of sand
Seamed like stars were everywhere
The drums had reached a beat
That made the young men, have to dance
And I’m sure it made The Trojans
Lose control and wet their pants
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While young men danced on burning sands
Displaying sex appeal
The Greeks would pause and strike a pose
And flex their buns of steel
The Trojans on the wall
Filled with heighten passion soon
Turned their backs and dropped the drawers
Displaying many moons
It seemed as if, we played all night
Now its time to take our chances
Bring forth the horse, and by due course
We all took second glances
The carpenters that worked all night
Had never seen the beast
It was a horrible interpretation
That is to say the least
I should have choose an artist
Much more suited for the task
For instead of building a mighty horse
There stood a giant ass.
No time to make corrections for
The dawn was growing near
We must move without detection
And crawl in through its rear
To be continued...................
Beagles
Bark a lot
Not for good reasons
They do not give it much thought,
When people object they bark, "Why the hell not!?"
IN BED WITH BIG PHARMA
FEELING ALL FUZZY AND WARM
AIN'T FELT THIS GOOD
SINCE THE DAY I WAS BORN
MEDS FOR THINKING
MEDS TO RELAX
THEY COMPETE WITH THUGS
ON THE STREETS WHO SELL CRACK
THE ONLY DIFFERENCE
BIG PHARMA IS LEGAL
THE THUGS GET HARASSED
BY DRUG SNIFFING BEAGLES
THEY BOTH KILL PEOPLE
IN THEIR OWN WAY
BIG PHARMA GETS PAID
THE THUGS LOCKED AWAY
BIG PHARMA'S IN BED
WITH POLITICIANS OF COURSE
THE THUGS HAVE FRIENDS
THEY'RE CONSIDERED COHORTS
FRIENDS WITH BIG PHARMA?
EVERYTHING'S FINE
FRIENDS WITH THE THUGS?
IT'S CONSIDERED A CRIME
THE MORAL OF THIS POEM
IS IF YOU LIKE CRIME
CRAWL IN BED WITH BIG PHARMA
AND YOU'LL NEVER DO TIME
Two years together have flown right by,
Growing and sniffing the entire country side,
I'm still waiting for the day when you don't get sick on the way,
especially with how happy you are for a Sunday's slow drive-away,
You've put your weight on,
and jump pretty high,
Especially when the milk bone is gonna get inside.
I have to say that you make me feel good,
You want nothing but some love,
or a gentle pet on the back,
a little more room with me to take a nap,
I wonder if you know how much room you actually take?
for my Beagle Buster Boy snoring away!
I would never think it would be that much too,
But then again it feels absolutely great sleeping next to you,
Nothing against the cats in the room,
If that's your thing,
I get your grove,
But for the money give me a dog,
One which is brown and spotted with white,
one with floppy ears that almost hits the floor and drag at night,
A hound of some type,
Preferably a Beagles,
They love to hang out,
on the porch,
outside all the day,
sitting loyally,
knowing something will drop on the ground to eat....
Right there at his buddy's feet.
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With a smile that he always wore
I remember him as so tall
His sense of humor so genuine
The love in his heart never small
Such a beautiful man
Easy going and fun
The things he would get into
Would leave mom quite undone
He trained beagles
So there were puppies galore
I’d sit amongst them
So many kisses in store
Long walks on the farm
The dogs running ahead
Gave me my love of nature
And my curiosity always led
We’d sit on the front porch
Long talks we would have
I cherish these times
That I spent with my dad
Not lectures but questions
Were his favorite start
So he could help me explore
What was stored in my heart
Even when young I could see in his eyes
The love that he had for me
Like I was his prize
He made me feel special and I wanted to please
I never passed up a moment to sit on his knees
My hero, my champion
The companion I had
And I was so blessed
To call him my dad
"The Prequel"
by: Eric L. Boddie
In my Life, I have come across so many people
And all of them are truly equal
Because we all must battle evil
And everyday, that is the sequel
And some don't agree with how I Chase The Steeple
Maybe it's because I am balder than the eagle
Or perhaps because instead of a brush, I use a pen for my easel
Or maybe it's because as a child I survived the chickenpox and measles
Or because I prefer pit bulls to beagles
Or because I am a black man who listens to Hoobastank and the Beatles
Or because I like both, gas and sour diesle
Or because I am loyal unlike a weasel
Or because my eyes are more open than a needle
Or because I prefer movies by Joel Siegle
Instead of those that only matter feekle
Or because I feel respect is rather regal
Because I TRY my best to do what God Deems As Legal
After All, Only He Is The Prequel
They named me Widget the little furry one,
rolling on grass to attract pretty butterflies;
I must keep away from bees and play alone...
many kittens have a fur whiter than clouds.
Rolling on grass to attract pretty butterflies,
they like me, they can't stop tickling me;
many kittens have a fur whiter than clouds...
spring is made for a playful cat such as me.
They like me, they can't stop tickling me,
having a shiny fur and small claws is nice;
spring is made for a playful cat such as me...
playing all day, not chasing those scary mice.
Having a shiny fur and small claws is nice,
even beagles watch me with very curious eyes;
playing all day, not chasing those scary mice...
I'll take a long nap and forget about butterflies.
Even beagles watch me with very curious eyes,
I must keep away from bees and play alone;
I'll take a long nap and forget about butterflies...
they named me Widget the little furry one.
Written on 2/27/ 2016
We were worms all of us
Not quite the food of hawks or eagles
Burried in crunchy crust
I was the one that walked the beagles
Fed the cat
Washed the mat
And made all the toilets smile
I was the one happy with the chance to toil
We we worms all of us
From Europe all over
Our bodies sang in chorus
Peeling the apple for hunger
We wriggled to the core
Bit hard seeds in search of hope
Dream drunk and very poor
New York was big enough for scope
Of everything, except this
The cold and frumpy mist.
And deep in the heart of it, I heard
The cry of the predator bird
My beagles have talons
like eagles.
Oh the hell to be raised
If, one day, they
sprouted fierce wings
and dove upon this fair city.
Yes.
Yes.
Yes!
Blood and thunder. Slash and howl.
You’ve got the mind of a child and all there is to hold,
But never have I ever gone to such extremes in speech.
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Form:
I love my dog,
I will never take him walks in thick fog.
When he does his tricks he’s very funny,
That is why he should be payed lots of money.
My dog sometimes chews on a boot,
but I still think he is very cute.
My dog is noisy and cute,
but you can’t put him on mute.
My dog is mixed between pugs and beagles,
Even know he is shaking when he sees a lot of seagulls.
My dog is terrified of my dad,
And he runs away sobbing and sad.
To my dog I deeply love you,
And my dog is deeply in love with me too.
He was only 4 months old
When he was placed in my arms
He was abused, sad and only a puppy
Give him a good home is all he said
I cried when he handed me that sad eye'd little guy
He was full of energy as he zipped about
He was my boy there was no doubt
At 10 o'clock every night
He would run down the hall ready for bed
He'd stand there and wine till I picked him up
Wrestling on the bed became an evening ritual
Then we would snuggle in for a night of rest
He became my personal protector
Growl and snap at anyone he thought would hurt me
He was my friend and his coat absorb many a tear
He gave me comfort in times of need
His little heart was a big as he
We would go for rides, but he loved to camp
Ice cream from Dairy Queen was our favorite snack
We have since added another to our little circle
They lie belly up in the bright sunshine
I look in their eyes and can't deny it
No other human could love them as much as I
They like to be seen and love to be heard
Their real names are Teddy Jay and Toby Michael
Oh, sweet little dogs that won my heart
Ears flopping, dark brown eyes never fail to delight
Each morning they join me in bed
Till I rise up and take them outside for a while
My sweet little Beagles their toys strung about
Their small, their cute they are under my feet
But truth be told, although I scold and reprimands
They still greet me at the door their little tails wagging
Their bright eyes alive with glee
Showing their love for me
But when I doubt what life's all about
And I question all I feel inside
And when my heart in torn apart
And when I cry all alone
One snuggles my neck the other my hand
And to my surprise I realize they understand.
Form:
Dull Moments
I feel numb.
My wits have been fried, at the ends...
It happened, more than once.
It was a little each time I watched the TV,
and they talked about the "free".
Who are they speaking of?
Who are they talking about?
Free money for those that are too lazy to work.
Free money for those that came here, to do harm.
Free education, and a free vacation,
at the expense of all the citizens
who came to stare too long into the box.
They are all asleep now,
and repeat the process,
of voting in...
and toting the baggage
of the elite.
Building a better today than yesterday?
Do you buy that now?
Do you need a cow?
Are you short of milk...
for your children?
Better,
What is better about today?
High food, high gas, high cost of shelter,
illegal's and wild beagles on the streets, in tents for homes
and no one to pay the bill, much less the taxes or the tip,
to get their fill.
Back,
to the "basics"... are all in their speeches...
like leaches, they make up new ways to draw blood.
"Believe in us, and do as your told."
The mantra of old,
rings true...
even today
in every way!
Beagles’ breath I love now as I awake.
Your wet tongue keenly laps my chin and brow.
I know your love is true and full, not fake.
You impart your joy and love to me now.
The battles of the night have bled away.
And my eyes can blink back to life once more.
“Good girl!” in gravel tones aloud I say.
Then lean up fast to grasp your furry maw.
Best friend to me and I to you am proud.
Even our soaring love as such must fail.
As ruin will likely wrap you in a shroud.
In pain of grief sorrowfully I’ll wail!
Doing as I’ve done each time before death
Has brought me to the fatal edge of doom
I selfish, will seek to find one who’s breath
Will kiss me to raise my heart from the gloom!