Dole Out Poems - Poems about Dole Out

diddly dole diddly dole a goblin ate the custard from the trifle bowl diddly dole diddly dole another ate the jelly and the trifle – stole! ...

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The many days and nights caring for your disabled spouse picking up many pieces lot's of tissues for crying in silence you know you matter an yet you are the sole caregiver an yet you yourself are broken you begin to feel worthless because how can you help more when you suffer with PTSD and...

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when God cooked a casserole was found thrown up on a noll out to each one would dole ...

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I voted for him when he ran for President of the United States. Sadly, he died on December the 5th at the age of ninety-eight. Bob Dole fought and nearly died during the second World War. If it hadn't been for men like him, we wouldn't have freedom anymore. When it came time for him to fight for the...

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A handsome man from Peru, Found himself in a stew, He had no money, Which isn't funny, So he had to join the dole queue...

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Dorthea is a strange one, a weird thinker She never starts her J’s in the middle of the line I cannot follow her thought processes. She is getting a D; something isn’t right here. She is not a “normal” thinker. She’ll probably be a drop out anyway. I might as well get her started. Bruce is bossy, overbearing, but a boy. This will...

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Drugs, Dole, Dames, Drink, Drive. Day after day no decisions to make, No reason to get out of bed when you wake. Find a job they say, get off the dole! They don’t realise at school I had a higher goal. Drugs, Dole, Dames, Drive or Drink Are my only choices about...

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Sending foreign aid just doesn’t make sense With American families living in tents Just how many countries rushed to give cash When into New Orleans Katrina crashed San Andreas fault runs through our nation Cross Western states, widespread devastation Our British, Aussie and Canadian friends Are the only ones on whom we can depend Uncle Sam’s pockets are bare; there’s no gold To back...

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