A poem inspired by the postage stamps found here. The post-beagle totes his post-beagle bag
If it's windy, hot, cold, wet, or snowing With his mouth a-smile and his tail a-wag. There's no true bad weather, just bad clothing. It's nice to get paid to do what you love. He completes his route daily without fail. Suited to this job, a hand to a glove, Cheerfully the pooch delivers the mail. What else would he do while Chuck is at school? Should he just lie around and sleep all day? Hounds like to work as a general rule, And this busy beagle has bills to pay. A Sopwith Camel costs money to keep. Plus, Baron-bound bullets and gas aren't cheap!
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