There was a young dog that was yellow,
That let out a hell of a bellow,
When getting an itch,
Like a son of a bitch,
From a flea that was playing its cello.
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.
Monday 9 January 2012
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