Dodger Dodger oh where can you be
I’m travelling on busses completely free
Going here going there it’s funny you see
I’ve even become a celebrity on T.V.
I’m getting well fed breakfast and tea
Yet i’m only a cat that loves travelling you see
So listen all cats if you want to be me
Jump on the next bus and enjoy life for free
By Dr Geebers
Listen to your inner self
Feel what is true
Understand them magic feelings
Deep inside of you
Potray them for others to see
In a positive way
Then you may rise and stand tall
In a different way
To conquer the problems in ones mind
For others to adore
No matter if your rich or poor
Feel itin your core
Believe in what you love as well
And give it time to mature
Then you will feel the benefits
To succeed in life for sure
By Dr Geebers
Sitting at a computer
Doing what I do
Creating many poetry rhymes
About life which are true
Along with some nonsence
With pen flying free
Bouncing to a crazy beat
For everyone to see
Along with many limericks
And much much more
I hope you enjoy these rhymes
That come right from my core
With some really long
And others really funny
About different things
Including my dear old mummy
With many many stories
That simply rhyme for free
To put smiles on peoples faces
Dr Geebers that is me
By Dr Geebers
I was getting it going
I was feeling it so fine
Iwas doing all the things
In perfect sunshine
I was getting all the heat
I was feeling it so great
I was doing all the things
That most people would hate
I was going with the flow
I was rhyming so free
I was saying all the things
In perfect harmony
I was feeling oh so good
I was enjoying it yes
I was feeling all the power
Oh what a perfect mess
I was copletely out of tune
I had no rythem in my soul
I hadn’t even a beat
I was way out of control
I was absolutely fumming
I was feeling the crunch
When someone said I was rubbish
So I gave them one good punch
Knocking them to the floor
In an unexspected way
Even though I was truely rubbish
He spoiled my perfect day
Which made me feel so angry
It wasn’t a good thing to do
As I was carted of to the cells
By the old boys in blue
By Dr Geebers
I was getting it a going
Deep within my mind
I was seeing all the things
In total sunshine
I didn’t really care
If it was raining outside
I just kept writing
With nothing to hide
As the wind got up
To an almighty speed
Knocking down branches
With all its greed
Along with the power cables
And buildings as well
I didn’y care
This you can tell
Then all of a sudden
It happened to me
Bang went the lights
Along with T.V.
Out came the candles
With a knock on the door
Some neighbours had problems
With glass on their floor
So the women took over
My lovely abode
As the men stood united
Out on the road
Taking it in turns
To knock on the doors
Checking on pensioners
As the wind she roars
Blowing us all over
Knocking us off our feet
We kept on struggling
Right down the street
Not worring about possessions
Only peoples health
Not worring about money
Or who had the wealth
Yet Christmas was coming
With nowhere to go
Except for my place
All surrounded in snow
Which I didn’t mind
No not at all
Because Christmas is the time
To enjoy I recall
So no matter what happens
No matter whos past
When disasters are natural
And distruction so mass
Don’t worry about money
Don’t worry about greed
Just help where you can
This I do plead
Always help the elderly
And the children as well
Because they are vurnerable
This we know well
Because we only live once
On this land of glory
And who knows what can happen
If you just acknore me
Don’t forget the homeless
Oh please as well
Because you are indoors
Doesn’t mean all is swell
So have a Merry Christmas
And a Happy New Year
For you are all lucky
To have whisky and beer
By Dr Geebers
Woke up one morning out in the cold,
While feeling so brave law on behold.
With tingles in my hands, fingers and toes,
What a nightmare I cant blow my nose.
Whats going on this is not me,
Then I realise as I spill my tea.
Ive dosed of with cup in hand,
And rudly awakened by someone dammed.
The toilet cleaner the miserable old git,
What a nightmare for a homeless twit.
By Dr Geebers
The children say im living the dream,
To be honest I dont know what they mean.
As I sit here under a darkened sky,
I ask myself, why oh why.
Im I crazy and lost my mind,
Or am I really one of a kind.
Well to be honest I dont care,
Because I dont belong anywhere.
Except some place where I create art,
That grabs that attention of someones heart.
Which means more to me than wealth or money,
Now does that make me an absolute dummy.
Well if it does then i dont mind,
Because I am me and im alive youll find.
With a heart of solid gold,
To share, to love and always hold.
In a way for that specal one,
Who loves life and loves fun.
By Dr Geebers
Out on the road doing my thing,
Makes u feel lonely in many a way,
Living a life on a shoestring,
Is not very good i say i say.
Fighting the gremlins the wind the rain,
As I create from town to town,
I really must be totally insane,
As I try to lay my head down.
With emotions running at a different pace,
What do I do? where do I go?
With tears streaming down my face,
In a place I dont know.
Wheres my angel I do ask,
The one who’s captured my lonely heart,
As I suffer in this task,
Oh dear no why did we part.
Now all I can do is be strong,
Or I will die a lonely man,
Out on the road right or wrong,
Which is not my ultimate plan.
Oh cheer up u misserable fool,
You wont die and u know why,
Cause ur the man with the ultimate tool,
Who will come back for someone thats why.
By Dr Geebers
Keeping it real,
What do u feel,
Doing all the things
That you cannot steal.
In a life,
With stress & strife,
But theres one good thing
I got no wife.
Well not yet,
Cause it causes debt,
So ur better off
Without regret.
To enjoy,
Being a toy boy,
Now thats rich
But its my ploy.
For who knows,
Where life goes,
For us tramps
In smelly clothes.
As we live life,
Through stress & strife,
Which is great
Without a wife.
By Dr Geebers
One year ago I drunk a lot,
Getting arrested & losing the plot.
With no respect for anyone,
Now im walking the coast, oh what fun.
With my head held high and not in shame,
To write a book without the fame.
For im Dr Geebers which is sad,
But then again im not bad.
Five weeks now without a drink,
Yet I admit I still stink.
Which is boring for all of you,
Even my daughter hates me too.
Well this is life for a down and out,
Crime, trouble & lots of doubt.
Well for me, that is no more,
Unless death comes knocking, at my door.
By Dr Geebers
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