Doo Poems - Poems about Doo

Before diving into the time machine for a nostalgic trip on my music video ‘Ring On My Line’ above, I invite you to read my preamble Sonnet below. Ring On My Line -The Golden Era of Doo Wop, Retro Revival If you've ever waited for a call that never came, ‘Ring On My Line’ will hit close...

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Starching my hair with Dippity Doo It stood up like a figurehead too It was a contest between me and Lou To see what strange things our hair could do Dippity Doo Dippity Doo I loved you so much, you smelled good too Swirling my finger inside your bowl Gave me a little uplift for my soul...

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I have worked in ten schools as a school counselor. I have had twelve administrators over twenty-seven years. This one was the quintessential ridiculous administrator. Let’s call her Dorothy Doo Wrong. Dorothy Doo Wrong compartmentalized grades 3rd-5th. It ensures that the teachers never get to bond with their class. It is impossible to bond with children you only see half the...

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I have worked in ten schools as a school counselor. I have had twelve administrators over twenty-seven years. This one was the quintessential ridiculous administrator. Let’s call her Dorothy Doo Wrong. Dorothy Doo Wrong compartmentalized grades 3rd-5th. This ensures teachers never get to bond with their class. It is impossible to bond with children you only see half the time. Dorothy Doo...

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There once was a chicken called ‘Polly’, whose name sounded happy and jolly, ‘til one morning at two, she crowed, “cock-a-doo,” now our chook is a rooster called Wally. ...

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We dance to the bohemian sixties, wild and free Sang out the teased up high hair trio of three We call it the triple cat do, the triple cat do. Stand back as we meow and mew all over you. I had not met them before, but they were scary to me So I hid in the closet as they...

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Life’s not all fun and games, no sir - even war games under the waxing sun. Cock-a-doodle-doo day after day as the ground gives way to waves. And we wave goodbye, have another cry, blame the other guy, don’t even try to figure out the way to God’s heart. After all, your god, is a god of war. Whatever side you’re on, you...

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doo little doo little doo little doo stroking with fire the strums of the sweet mandolin delight and inspire with a dash and a splash you appear on the horizon alive I hear your music, and I know that you are on your way Clive I am pleased with your progress, I so adore your song you listen with your...

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Oh, how I doo love a didge.. Toned like one of many voices of our great Mother Earth; entrancing and slightly shamanic. It's how I imagine She hums to Herself, deep in Her rhythmic, rumbling ground. There's something about the way that humble, all consuming sound resonates right through my whole body and  mind -...

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With a whoop dee doo and a whip dee day I saved my sweet bunny from an owl today The predator left angry, I said “shoo! Go away!” The butterflies followed, for they love to play....

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[Mr Google assures me that the plural of Dodo is dodos or dodoes] Do dodos do doo doos Not any more But dodos did do doo doos They did doo doos on the floor But dodos doing doo doos Dropping doo doos on your head Means dodos dropping doo doos Makes me glad the dodo’s dead Do dodos do disclaimers Do those dodos dare deny That...

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Well, Zippity Doo Da Day It's an absolutely beautiful day The sun is shining ever so brightly What more is there to say? It's just like winning the lottery Feeling great about my health What more could I really ask for Don't need a bunch of wealth This may seem a bit over the top These phrases dripping with honey But hey that's how I'm...

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Whoopie-doo, the holocaust— is she for real? Real Scooby-doo mystery… She says Jews aren’t a race, yet there’s a trace of heritage left after the atrocity that attempted to wipe out the lineage. How does she live with herself?! The problem is the uncontrollable yap, the lack of thinking people… no one allowed to discuss, ask questions, probe the truth and consequences of out of control chaos. Therefore the proverbial blind,...

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Doo Doo the cat was irritated today; totally not sweet. She had gone to the roof, and Horned Owl was sitting in her seat. That is my place, she said, but his look could easily defeat. He rolled his eyes, and went to sleep, his thoughts now complete. Come on! Doo Doo shrieked. I need my seat; it is...

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Knowing myself as only i unfortunately do My feebles and my foibles Whence life becomes nothing but this to me This i also know i am not the many but the few Who take safety and comfort in routine As feeling like a postman or a milkman following the same old trodden round commute I fear far more than change For if nothing new there be to...

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