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.

MY COMIC VERSE

Money, money, money,
Yummy, yummy, yummy,

Completely insane,
Or is it funny.
Making us see,
Including now me,
Comedy can come,

Violently, free.
Even with glitches,
Resulting in riches,
Surely or not,
Everyone’s in stitches.

By Dr. Geebers.

There was a young man on a bike,

There was a young man on a bike,

Or was it a three wheeled trike,

Who flew down the road,

And hit a poor toad,

And ended up impaled on a spike.

By Dr Geebers

There was a young lad, who did linger,

There was a young lad, who did linger,

While pointing out with his finger,

So along came a hatchet,

And cut it and scratched it,

And now he looks like a dead singer.

By Dr Geebers

There was a young man, who was bold,

There was a young man, who was bold,

That was dying so he was told,

So he wrote out a will,

For his son Bill,

To leave him his bloody well cold.

By Dr Geebers

There was a young man, who was old,

There was a young man, who was old,

Who got a real bad cold?

When coughing away,

And sneezing each day,

His bogies became solid as gold.

By Dr Geebers

There was a young man, who was right,

There was a young man, who was right,

About everything he seen day and night,

Until it just came,

With no one to blame,

And stole his bloody well sight.

By Dr Geebers

There Was A Young Man On Telly

There was a young man on the telly,

Who had a really big belly,

When jumping around,

It bounced up and down,

Like a big wobbly jelly.

By Dr Geebers

There Was A Young Man Shouting Peace

There was a young man shouting peace,

So everyone could hear at least,

Until getting attacked,

As matter of fact,

By a big gaggle of geese.

By Dr Geebers

There Was A Young Man So Hazy

There was a young man so hazy,

Who was completely lazy,

When doing the splits,

He had us in bits,

Because he was totally crazy.

By Dr Geebers

There Was A Young Man From Brazil

There was a young man from Brazil,

Who climbed up to the top of a hill,

When looking down,

The stupid big clown,

He froze, from the shock of the thrill.

By Dr Geebers

There Was A Young Man A Sinner

There was a young man a sinner

Who thought he was a lottery winner,

So he jumped in the air,

Like he didn’t care,

And slipped and fell in his dinner.

By Dr Geebers

There Was A Young Man So Daft

There was a young man who was daft,

Who built an invisible raft,

To float on the sea,

To say Jesus was he,

But it flipped, he drowned and they laughed.

By Dr Geebers

The Little Kissy Monster

The little kissy monster
Goes kiss kiss kiss
Shes the one with BIG LIPS
Who we surely miss

Bringing us happiness
Bringing us joy
Kissing everyone
Including girk and boy

Spreading all her love
Through kisses gallore
So watch out people
For that knock upon your door

Because the little kissy monster
Goes kiss kiss kiss
Shes the one with BIG LIPS
Who we truely miss

Going around
From town to town
Kissing everyone
With a frown

Making people happy
Oh day by day
Around the world
Oh yes I say

Because the little kissy monster
Goes kiss kiss kiss
Shes the one with BIG LIPS
Who we truely miss

Going to hospitals
One two three
Kissing everyone
Simply for free

Spreading her love
To the suffering and poor
And to all those people
Who haven’t a cure

Because the litte kissy monster
Goes kiss kiss kiss
Shes the one with BIG LIPS
Who we surely miss

By Dr Geebers

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.

By Dr Geebers

There Was A Young Man Who Was Telling

There was a young man, who was telling,

His customers what he was selling?

With nose like a ball,

And soap on his stall,

Why couldn’t he tell he was smelling.

By Dr Geebers

There Was A Young Man Who Was Witty

There was a young man, who was witty,

Who came to LondonCity?

To see the sights,

Oh yes that’s right,

Which blinded him  oh what a pity.

By Dr Geebers

There Was A Young Man With A Beard

There was a young man with a beard,

Who vanished and disappeared,

Into the sky,

But who knows why,

As everyone else they cheered.

By Dr Geebers

There Was A Young Man With A Bike

There was a young man with a bike,

Who rode it without a light,

When up a tree,

A monkey did see,

And sprinkled him with some delight.

By Dr Geebers

There Was A Young Man With A Cheque

There was a young man with a cheque,

Who bounced it by mistake?

It bounced so hard,

The cheque got barred,

For being a pain in the neck.

By Dr Geebers