Beaglelight - A Poem

[I have tried to post this for four days but the site seems to have been messed up. A LOT.]

[This is submitted with full apologies to Rush for messing up "Limelight"]

Living with The Beagle Queen
At times seems so surreal.
It has so much appeal,
Until she wants to snag your food upon the evening meal.

Howling out at anything
Catching ear or eye,
Beau’s bark will make you sigh,
And make you wish for quiet dogs, like maybe ba-sen-jii.

Living with a beagle, the universal dream?
It is a vibrant scheme
For those who wish to teem
With joy and fun. This noble dog breed,
Perfect except for their food greed,
Will win you heart’s deed.
They are your coffee’s cream.

Snuffing through your dirty clothes,
They’re searching out a scent.
You wonder where they went.
Popping up with bras on heads, these hounds are really bent.

Beagles’ personalities
Can be rather silly,
With noses oh so chilly.
It all seems so wonderful ‘til they sniff your willie.

Living with a beagle, it borders the absurd.
I hope I have not slurred,
But surely you have heard
How well these dogs will sniff out trouble.
You’d think that they had searched with Hubble,
And on the double,
They are such scent hound nerds.

Living with a beagle, it has its ups and downs
They give you smiles and frowns.
They are silly clowns
Who give you love and consternation.
You coo and then you scream “Damnation!”
A strange relation,
Humans to these small hounds.

A strange relation;
But we do love our hounds!