Give Me Your Love

Give me your love
Let it be free
Give me your love
For all to see

Take my heart
And open hand
Give me your love
You understand

Make me happy
Make me smile
Give me your love
It’ll be worthwhile

Come on now
Let’s do it today
Give me your love
And let me stay

By Dr Geebers

Oh Dear No

Oh dear no
Hear we go
Waking up
In Perfect flow
Singing away
Day by day
Even though
I can’t I say
Making noise
Playing with toys
I’m an adult
Who enjoys
Life at best
The perfect guest
One big child
In a colourful vest
But do I care
If people stare
Or if i’m going bald
And loosing my hair
No not at all
With the wonder wall
For I am me
No Barbie Doll
Who enjoys life
Through sacrifice
With a gentle
Throw of the dice
Win or lose
It’s what I choose
Because life’s a gamble
And full of booze
So here we go
In perfect flow
Living real life
I hope you know

By Dr Geebers

Creepy Crooks And Cuddly Spooks

Creepy Crooks and Cuddly Spooks,
Where two villains on criminal books.
Taking money and thinking it’s funny,
Oh what a pair of stupid dummies.

Now Creepy Crooks, as stupid as he looks,
Had one arm while the other was a hook.
While Cuddly Spooks had charming looks,
With two left feet and a nose like a rook.

Now these two knew, what they could do,
In life itself as a small crew.
Which made them lazy, as life was easy,
Turning them wild and totally crazy.

Going around, up and down,
Looking to steal in their home town.
As the police knew, about these two,
But could they catch them, well could you.

Watching out, without a doubt,
As they went looking and scouting about.
For what was free or easy you see,
In their world of poverty.

With magic eyes, oh what a surprise,
This was them you must realise.
Finding a bike or was it a trike,
Well something like that is what it looked like.

It had wheels, which they did steal,
Why who knows, what was the deal.
As they took scrap and all that,
Always back to their top flat.

Seeing is believing and doing is achieving,
As they didn’t care about what they where thieving.
It could have been flowers or even a mars,
Or something stupid inside cars.

I know that’s mad, it’s what they had,
Now these two where getting bad.
Until one day, I say, I say,
They messed up, hooray, hooray.

While getting caught, for not a lot,
By the police, oh what a rot.
For stealing gum, now that is dumb,
And the police thought it was fun.

As they did laugh, at what was daft,
By arresting them now in their craft.
Because they saw them break the law,
As their siren went ne naw.

“So its time, for us to shine,
And punish you for this crime”.
Said the police, the slippery geese,
To these two without release.

By taking them in, oh what a sin,
To show them something that’ll wipe their grin.
Well that is life, in sacrifice,
If you do wrong then you’re not nice.

And that was the end of stealing for them,
As they didn’t want to be caught again.
So please take heed, to this we plead,
If you steal you won’t succeed.

As life is tough now sure enough,
And this is definitely no real bluff.
So please say no, now as you grow,
Or you will see where you can go.

And that’s to prison, so will you listen,
Or it’ll be time that you’ll be missing.
Oh yes by far, behind the bars,
All locked up for hours and hours.

The End

© By Dr. Geebers.
All Rights Reserved.

Little Miss Nurse And Her Ultimate Curse

Little Miss Nurse was a nice little girl,
Who liked to run and swim?
While shining like a precious pearl,
At home or down the gym.

Until one day when being free,
She opened up her purse,
To buy a cup of tea,
And got attacked by the curse.

“Hello my darling remember me,
The person that you hate”.
He shouted now, you see, you see,
Which put her in a state?

“Are you ok now Madam dear”?
Said someone at the till,
“That’s one pound now Madam dear”.
He said while standing still.

“What you say you crazy loon”.
She said as she screamed,
When the clock it struck noon,
And the cashier he now beamed.

“How dare you speak to me like that?
Over the head of a pound,
But if you want to be a bat,
I’ll call the police around”.

“Oh sorry Sir”. She said so nice,
“I didn’t mean it to you,
But I will say it again now twice,
I’m sorry and mean it to”.

“No you didn’t”. Said the curse,
Who shouted in her ear?
From deep within her precious purse,
To give her lots of fear.

“Oh shut it would you, you little pest,
And please leave me alone”.
She said now as she stressed,
While playing with her phone.

“I don’t think so, no not me,
For I am in your mind,
No matter what you do you see?
You won’t stop me you’ll find”.

“What did you say, now Madam dear”.
Said the young man at the till,
“I’m sorry Sir, I hope you hear,
And know now that’s two nil”.

“Now I won’t tell you, one more time,
For I will make that call,
And if I do then you won’t pine,
When the police come standing tall”

“Oh that’s ok, I’m sorry sir,
I didn’t mean any trouble”.
As she gave her tea a stir,
And drunk it on the double.

Then picking up all her things,
Along with her purse as well,
She left the shop on bouncy springs,
As if she was under a spell.

Bouncing through the open door,
And halfway down the street,
She decided to go in another store,
To buy herself a treat.

Without a word or even a sound,
She thought she lost her curse,
Until the time it came around,
To open up her purse.

“You’re not buying that hideous thing,
That looks totally absurd,
That some dog has dropped pa’ding,
Or was it from a bird”.

“Hello Madam is you ok”.
Said the woman behind the till,
“Isn’t it a lovely day”?
She said with a perfect chill.

“Oh stop it, stop it, you pain in the neck,
Please stop bulling me,
I’m buying this so what the heck,
It’s what I like you see”.

“Oh sorry Madam for being nice,
You miserable grumpy old cow,
The next time then, I’ll think twice,
About serving you then and now”.

“Oh sorry Madam for being so rude,
I wasn’t talking to you,
Honestly now, I’ll be good,
And buy not one but two.”

“I hope you are now Madam dear,
Because that wasn’t fair”.
Said the woman nice and clear,
In respect to who was there.

So of she went in a scurry,
With her clothes and purse,
Down the road in a hurry,
While thinking of her curse.

Which seem to put her in a state?
That no one could control,
Because this curse that she did hate,
Was really taking its toll.

While making her do crazy things,
To annoy the ones she loves,
Until an angel with beautiful wings,
Came from up above.

“Hello Miss I need a Nurse”.
Said the Angel with a smile,
“To help me with a really bad curse,
Who seems to be cramping my style”?

“Oh is that right and what can I do,
To take away your pain”.
“Well to be honest that’s up to you,
To help me all the same.

Because my Mother always told me,
No matter what and when,
You got to understand you see,
And count from one to ten.

Which gives you time to think about,
All the things that’s wrong,
And then by magic without a doubt,
Your goodness will be strong”.

“What do you mean now Angel dear?
You’re messing up my head”.
“I mean my darling don’t show fear,
Now that is what I said.

Because you’re the one who has the strength,
To show that good means good,
And you will go to any length,
To do this if you could”.

“So you mean I got to believe,
In all the things I do,
So I can go on and achieve,
To make my dreams come true”.

“Yes that right, Little Miss Nurse,
It’s what you got to do,
To stop this bug of a really bad curse,
Spoil the goodness in you.

Please listen now please to this,
Because I feel your pain,
Then think of all the things that’s bliss,
And what you could now gain.

Because you’re going to show whose boss,
By helping all the poor,
Which won’t be a total loss?
This I know this for sure.

Or maybe you will help a lady,
Who’s trying to cross the street?
Who maybe really old like Sadie?
Or give them a special treat.

And when you do these kinds of things,
You’ll notice a difference in you,
That’s more precious than diamond rings,
And lasts forever to.

Which will help you in your cause?
To stop your dreadful curse”.
She said now with a little pause.
“That you carry in your purse”.

“Let’s hope so”. She said so quick,
In a bit of a flutter,
“Hoping that the goodness sticks,
Like bread with lots of butter”.

“Oh it will, my darling dear,
Because I believe in you,
As long as you remember to show no fear,
While helping others to”.

“I will, I will, with all my heart”.
While crossing it with a smile,
“I’ll do it now with a brand new start,
That will be really worth while”.

“That’s good to hear my little friend,
Now I have got to go,
Now you stay good right to the end,
And let your goodness show”.

“Oh thank you, thank you very much,
I hope to see you soon”.
“Oh don’t you worry, I’ll be in touch,
Before it gets to June”.

So of he went a floating free,
Way up into the sky,
Flapping his wings like birds you see,
Without a word of a lie.

When all of a sudden, like a bad smell,
She heard a roar from her purse,
When it fell from the Devils spell,
To reveal her dreadful curse.

“I heard that I hope you know,
But you will never win,
No matter where you seem to go,
I’ll cause you dreadful sin”.

“Oh is that right, well let’s see,
For I believe the truth,
No matter what you do to me,
You stupid little goof”.

Then with that she made a call,
To see what she could do,
As she stood there in her hall,
While all her goodness grew.

“Hello, hello”. She said so nice,
To someone on the phone,
“I’ve got clothes food and rice”.
She said in a lovely tone.

“Would you like them if I pop round?
In maybe a hour or so,
Oh that’s good and totally sound,
I’ll be there I hope you know”.

Which she did from that day on,
Because of her dreadful curse,
And then the next day it was gone,
So, “thank you”. Said Little Miss Nurse.

The End

© 2008 By Dr. Geebers.
All Rights Reserved.

Master Dribble And His Real Life Scribble

Master Dribble was a silly young sod,
For doing the things he did,
While writing a story about a pea in a pod,
Wearing a children’s bib.

Until one day when messing around,
He scribbled on a page,
A little picture of a hound,
Down by the rivers edge.

Wearing a coat of many colours,
For his friends to see,
He didn’t know why he bothered,
To scribble this for free.

With many a magic and beautiful word,
Flying from his lips,
Through all the things that now occurred,
Right to his finger tips.

To show all his imagination,
In many a different way,
Through the magic of creation,
So fun could come and stay.

As he sat there with pen in hand,
Thinking of something new,
Up popped a voice oh so grand,
To say “How do you do”?

He couldn’t believe it no not at all,
That anyone else was there,
Until he seen him I do recall,
Sitting upon his chair.

“Am I dreaming” He said out loud,
To his little friend,
“No your not”. He said all proud,
“Now why should I pretend?

Now listen ‘ear you silly fool,
To what I have to say,
For you do have a special tool,
To brighten up each day.

So come on now and listen to me,
For I do have the answer,
To give you all you need you see,
To make your pen a dancer”.

“I’m listening, I’m listening”. Said Master Dribble,
Now wondering why,
This little hound that was a scribble,
Was staring him in the eye.

“Don’t you worry my little friend?
We’re going on a bender,
Right round the world now to its end,
And be back before September”.

“I can’t I can’t because of school,
That means so much to me,
To do the things I need so cool,
To get my main degree”.

“Oh don’t you worry you’ll be there,
For that special day,
So don’t you worry this I swear?
My friend I say I say.

For we are going to learn a lot,
About my world for free,
For you are going to be taught,
To write the things you see.

So hurry up and pack your bag,
With pencils and paper galore,
So wee can go and fly your flag,
For others to adore”.

“But what about my lovely family,
And all my little friends”.
Said Master Dribble very calmly,
Trying to make amends.

“Oh don’t you worry about them now,
For they will be alright”.
Said Henry the hound wiping his brow,
With absolute delight.

“For I am going to show you now,
How to write for fun,
The things you need to show somehow,
With laughter for everyone”.

“Why oh why my little friend,
Are you doing this for me”,
“Because you have the magic pen,
That riddles rhymes for free.

This is why I am alive,
Because you do believe,
That I can help you really strive,
To make you now achieve.

So come on now and let us see,
The world in a different way,
My dear friend and you’ll agree,
You’ll have fun I say”.

So of they went now through his page,
Down by the rivers side,
Along a path beside a hedge,
That was only three foot wide.

Looking at the sun so bright,
Shining in the sky,
Oh what a wonderful beautiful sight,
As two otters they swam by.

“Hello Henry and how are you,
My scrumpous little friend”,
Said Mrs Otter oh so true,
Stopping on the bend.

“Oh Mrs Otter I am fine,
This beautiful summer’s day.
Said Henry as his teeth did shine,
In a perfect way.

“Oh who’s your friend”? Said Mr Otter,
Scratching at his fur,
“Oh this is Master Dribble Otter,
Who writes for fun so pure”?

“What do you mean now Henry dear”?
Mrs Otter said,
“Well Master Dribble writes so clear,
Stories from his head.

But he needs help you understand,
To make them funny you see,
So I have brought him to our land,
To show him fun for free”.

“Oh well that’s good my little blossom,
I hope you do enjoy,
And Henry I hope you do not loss him,
For he’s a sweet young boy”,

“I won’t I won’t now Mrs Otter,
That I promise you,
For I will treat him like my daughter,
Oh young Suzy Lue”.

“I’ll be safe”. Said Master Dribble,
With a little laugh,
Because he knew his little scribble,
Was a member of staff?

So of they went a wondering along,
When something splashed about,
That made them think now something’s wrong,
But it was Mr Trout.

“Hello Henry you stupid fool,
What are you doing today?
And who’s the one who’s not at school,
I say, I say, I say”.

“Oh this is Master Dribble Trout,
Who likes to write for fun?
In words of rhyme without a doubt,
You crazy son of a gun”.

“Oh nice to meet you Master Dribble,
You silly little sod,
I hope you know he’s on the fiddle”,
He said with a little nod.

“Don’t listen to him for he’s not right,
Now truly in his mind,
For all he wants is one good fight,
With the intelligent kind”.

“What do you mean now Henry please”?
Said Master Dribble Polite,
“Well I mean with simple ease,
He always thinks he’s right”.

“I don’t, I don’t, but know a lot,
That is why I am great,
Now this is what I’ve been taught,
So I never take the bait”.

“Oh is that right now Mr Trout,
The one who swims away,
When a tadpole comes about,
And frightens you each day”.

“Oh ha, ha, now Henry mate,
That was funny from you”.
“Oh I know and can relate,
Because I know it’s true.

Now come on now young Master Dribble,
Let’s go sit on the grass,
And use your mind to draw or scribble,
Something that’s real class.

“Ok Henry my little friend,
Let me think and see,
What about a different blend,
Between a flower and bee”.

“That sounds good now Master Dribble,
So focus with your eyes,
Then use your pen to draw and scribble,
A little bee that flies.

While doing this then think of words,
That rhymes and flows so free,
Which seems so mad and real absurd?
About that Bumble Bee”.

Then buzz, buzz came a sound,
Which made him look and stare?
As Mr Bumble Bee came down,
From somewhere in the air.

“Hello Henry you lazy dog,
What you doing over here,
And who is this little sprog,
That you’re sitting near”.

“Oh this is Master Dribble Bee,
Who I’m helping out,
Who likes to rhyme stories see,
So he can spread them about.

The only problem that he’s got,
Is adding in the fun,
So I have brought to this spot,
To show him how it’s done”.

“Oh I see now Master Dribble,
Can I help you out?
I see what you are trying to scribble,
And that’s what I’m about.

Now do you want a flying pose?
Or do you want a sting,
Or should I sit on Henrys nose,
With my chains of bling.

For I can play the flute you see,
And I can play the drums,
If hardy comes to hardy me,
I can also play with plums”.

“Oh very funny Mr Bee”.
Said Dribble as he laughed,
“What about, oh let me see,
Sawing you in half.

Would you do that now for fun?
In my little rhyme”,
“Well if you want it to be done,
I’ll do it all the time”.

“That’s good that’s good now Mr Bee,
For me to think about,
Now you keep buzzing around for me,
While I write something out”.

“No problem lad no not for me,
For this is one of my trades”.
Said Mr Bee for fun you see,
As he pulled out a pair of shades.

“They look cool”. Said Henry calm,
“Where did you get them from”?
“I got them from a Rasta man,
Sleeping in the sun”.

“Oh did you now you little thief,
You know that that’s not right,
Because it causes lots of grief,
And now could start a fight”.

“Oh don’t be silly you little fool,
I would never steal you know,
I just said that he looked cool,
And he gave them to me so”.

“Oh is that right now, are you sure,
Because I know what your like”.
“I know, I know, but its true sir,
He gave me them alright”.

“Ok then I believes you,
But thousands wouldn’t you know”.
“I swear, I swear, it’s all true,
And its time for me to go”.

“Bye, Bye Mr Bumble Bee”,
Said Master Dribble so fine,
“I hope to see you soon agree,
So I can share my rhyme”.

“That’s ok now Master Dribble,
We will meet I say,
Now go on finish your little scribble,
And you’ll be famous someday”.

“See you then now Bumble Bee”.
Said Henry with a smile,
As he turned round to Dribble see,
To say something worth while.

“I think its time that we got back,
To your family and friends”,
Said Henry now for a fact,
“Along with your paper and pens”.

“I think your right”. Said Master Dribble,
Packing all his work,
Along with his magic scribble,
Of Henry the stupid jerk.

So of they went back through his page,
To where Master Dribble was sat,
Beside his picture of the waters edge,
Where Henry and him was at.

“Oh thank you Henry for all the fun,
That you’ve given to me”,
“Oh that’s alright my little son,
As long as it’s helped you see”.

“Oh it has my furry friend,
More than you will know”.
“That’s good now so don’t pretend,
And mind now how you go”.

Then with that he woke up,
With his mother by his side,
“Come on now my buttercup,
Its time for bed she sighed”.

The End

© 2008 By Dr. Geebers.
All Rights Reseverd.

Master Floppy Does Things Sloppy

Master Floppy was a stupid fool,
In many a different way,
Especially when he was at school,
Trying to learn each day.

But could he get to grips with class,
Well no he couldn’t you see,
For he would stare out through the glass,
And watch the birds so free.

Flying in and flying out,
Through the leaves of green,
Drifting of without a doubt,
Into a little dream.

“If I had wings and I could fly”.
Is what he said so free?
“Right up to you there in the sky,
And join you in the tree”.

“Oh is right now Master Floppy”.
His teacher said out loud,
“Well if you could then I would copy,
And join you in your cloud”.

Then with that he came to,
With laughter all around,
Because he knew what he did do?
When making a choking sound.

“Oh I’m glad to hear your back,
Among your many friends,
I hope you did enjoy the crack,
And may it never ends.

Now what’s the answer to my sum.
That I didn’t say”?
“Oh, sorry sir”? He acted dumb,
For he was far away.

“I thought as much you little brat”.
He stamped his foot down hard,
“Now listen hear you little rat,
You listen in my yard.

Now one plus one plus two plus four,
Equals what”? He said,
As he went over to the door,
Scratching at his head.

“Oh let me see now, let me think,
Oh what the answer could be”.
With his face now going pink,
He counted one two three.

Using his fingers all the way,
To get his answer out,
“Oh it’s eight”. He did say,
Without a single doubt.

“That’s good that’s good now keep it up,
And don’t you drift away,
For you are hear to learn with luck,
The things you need each day”.

But would he listen I think not,
For he was of again,
Drifting, drifting on a yacht,
While twiddling with his pen.

Crashing through the open waves,
With dolphins all around,
Seeing simple things so brave,
Away from his home town.

With his little fishing rod,
Laying by his side,
His head began to start to nod,
And his mouth now opens wide.

Then he started to really snore,
In the middle of class,
While dreaming of a sandy shore,
And a bikini on some lass.

“Wake up wake up you waste of space”.
His teacher now did roar,
Then came across now in his face,
And shouted again once more.

“What, what, what”? Said Master Floppy,
Wiping at his eyes,
“You will write me out a copy,
Of what this now applies.

For I have had enough of you,
Sleeping in my class,
So you will write out what to do,
Or you will never pass.

All the things you need to do,
To keep ones self awake,
And to make it better for you,
You’ll do it through lunch and break”.

So Master floppy done his task,
The stupid little fool,
So he would never sleep in class,
And break this stupid rule.

The End

© 2008 By Dr. Geebers.
All Rights Reserved.

Sitting At A Computer

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

Guns And Bombs

Guns and bombs,
Women and thongs,
People sitting down,
Writing songs.

Drink and drugs,
Criminals and thugs,
People all thinking,
That they are all mugs.

Love and hate,
Friends and mates,
People should know,
That they are great.

Beauty and beast,
Madness and peace,
Respect is the answer,
Now surely at least.

By Dr Geebers

A Simple Rhyme

A simple rhyme, you create so fine,
Should be written down, line by line.
That’s so special you will find,
For others to read, from time to time.

As it shines without the crime,
From start to finish, you may find.
So lift your pen and use your mind,
To do what’s right and create that rhyme

By Dr Geebers

Loving It

A seeing all the things a deep in your mind,

A keeping them a going from a time to time,

A seeing all your words in a rhythm and rhyme,

Isn’t it fine?

A keeping it a going with the flow,

A seeing all the things that you do know,

With an understanding oh, oh, oh,

Here we go.

A jumping up and down and a moving around,

From place to place, town to town,

While hearing the beat, the beat of the sound,

All around.

While saying what you say in words unique,

And doing all the things that you speak,

So turn up the volume to its peak,

Now that’s cheek.

So a here a we a go a what’s it going to be,

A listening to the madness that we all see,

While doing all the things in life for free.

Yes soiree.

While jumping up and down and moving around,

From place to place, town to town,

While hearing the beat, the beat of the sound,

All around.

By Dr Geebers