There was a young man called Roger,
Who was the perfect lodger,
Until oh crumbs,
Death did come,
After eating a jammie dodger.
By Dr Geebers
This blog has been set up to show Dr Geebers poetry rhymes. I am a man who was homeless and set out to change my life around creating poetry rhymes and creating Loose pebble sculptures on U.K. pebble beaches. I did the most unbelieveable journey ever and thats walk 6800 miles, created loose pebble sculptures and mosiacs on 40+ beaches, moving around 2000 tonnes of pebbles/stones to write a book about my journey. With the proceeds going to combat homelessness.
Saturday, 31 December 2011
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