Donny Poems - Poems about Donny

Sung to, You’re a Mean One, Mr. Grinch, (extended version). KP You’re a monster, Donny Dump. Some biiig-time twiiisted clooown. To no end, I could deride you, are no depths you didn’t fall to, no ineptness could elude you, the bottom-feeders they all miss you, though they tried so hard to keep you, loving everything that you do, eat up every word that you spew, though...

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I went out to buy your valentine But streetwalkers said I'd fit just fine What I saved for you I just spent on two So its OK if you want to whine...

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Generating a ring of bright waters, which currently meanders, ponders, and then streams - twitch ching reflexively as flora and fauna lap rich text chard liquid timelessly streaming, rippling, and quivering pitch sure risk gully confidently ...

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Donald Trump decided to score With a **** Star he thought was an whore He got less than Bill But it was a thrill Just to pay her an hundred grand more!...

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The Artist – Donny Hathaway His voice was sweet, but he didn’t stay here long His voice was golden; I loved all of his songs He was smooth as silk; I loved to hear him sing His Songs told a story, he could sing anything He had a special rhythm; he played the piano with class His words pierced...

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I love when ya lay ur head on my chest & listen to my heart Every feeling I get from you has been real from the start You love me for me, nobody has ever done that before It's always been to use me or to see what they could score You r so amazing Tanya, not like any...

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You took Clyde McPhatter’s song of yesteryear, and recorded your own version for everyone to hear. Success for your recording cannot be denied. You sold over a million copies worldwide. Cover versions of other oldies came later. They made your popularity much greater. Yes, you were a big asset to your family. Fame and fortune came along so easily. Your four older brothers...

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Donny's family moved next door When he was six, and I was four At first he wouldn't play with me I was,"just a girl", you see When he found no other kids to play He decided I was, "ok" So, he taught me how to ride a bike Climb trees and fly a kite We did "Show me yours, I'll show you mine" When...

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Standing in the rain he looked at her, as she looked away Drops of black tears down her face, but not from any pain “Do you feel; do you even know what it is to love?” It’s an indescribable feeling she thought, but the words delayed Nothing felt right at the moment, nothing felt true He stood and thought to...

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