There was a good cue with chalk
That liked to really talk
When along came his master
Oh what a disaster
And gaged him with his sock
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.
Showing posts with label master. Show all posts
Showing posts with label master. Show all posts
Wednesday, 30 January 2013
Monday, 16 January 2012
There was a young sticky plaster
There was a young sticky plaster
Who really hated his master
Along with a flood
Or the site of blood
Or any form of disaster
By Dr Geebers
Labels:
blood,
limerick,
limericks,
master,
sticky plaster
United Kingdom
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