.
woops
for mine fellowz
who edvard'z
knowz
lissp'siz
'er'z love'n
uh
shot
((owch))
eve
owch
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Trump's colonial riffs an elite doodle
Sanctimonial meet & greet canoodle
Baronial seats for cheats still feudal
Sheriffs tariffs tiffs will eat our strudel
Testimonial tweet use your own noodle
Whiffs of taking the complete caboodle
Sniffs EU bleat of what ifs America's poodle
He surveys his kingdom each day,
from Iron Gate to Wooden Wall.
Each leaf that falls and blade that sways,
his loyal subjects one and all.
The cattle grazing in the field,
the kittens nestled in the shed.
He knows each puddle and haystack,
where he can drink or make a bed.
With Snowball, the grand Pyrenees,
Seargeant, his faithful Shephard knight.
His trusty human on his leash,
he will sniff everything in sight.
Squirrels that frolic in the oaks,
rabbits that scurry through the grass.
Each know King George is at the helm,
and would stop to stare as he’d pass.
When to his castle he returns,
knowing all’s well within his land.
He’ll settle beside his master,
getting pets from his caring hand.
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.
When things aren't going quite your way,
just hang in there and don't dismay..
It just might be a whack a doodle day..
Every body has them.
It may be your time.
Don't let it disturb your peace of mind..
Whack a doodle days may come
but they go.
It's all in a person's perspective bro..
Will you paddle thru it or need a tow?
I like to doodle noodles
with my wibbly nibbly pen;
girly, curly whirly, and,
arty farty, too!
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 figure
he’s on your side too. Zap that chap,
have no mercy. The nails had no mercy.
The thorns had no mercy. Christ’s blood
soaked the soil. We till and toil,
we live, we die - day after day.
Baby you mean the world
to me
not doubt about it
I want the world to see
We talking love
comittments
and obligation
love me honestly
love me honestly
noble thoughts
thrilling reflections
positioning me
into a lovers usefulness
to disagree
would leave me rejected
keep you close
what we have together
we start to protect it
exicted in my own mind
to speak
I love you
a husbandry natural
wrecked of loneliness
I never wanna be like that
the hunger and want
to the rendering of us together
early insights
to say you'll leave me never
I can truely say
in candor truth and being sincere
I love you
is something
I need to hear
From Blue skies dark nights
by Matthews and Driggs
Composed by Fendt Ludovico
and Calow Ludovico
some appears from
"Warm Jacket: Cold Woman"
performed by Mittez and Doodle Music Company
Feathered hat, fife and drum
Doodle's entrance a smash
Though in the air, all around him
float sweet marijuana and hash
'Young lady,' begins Doodle - O, the naivete!
'I'm a he not a she,' the young thing announces
'Are you non-binary, (you) kwir coquette?'
Doodle scratches his head, looks to heaven
What strange folks are these, he wonders
Where he is she and she is he... Who is me?
All is folly! ~ the race now riven asunder
Santa, last year we were in a tussle
Stole an icy kiss, amidst the hustle
Bad boy, it’s fisty cuffs
Viagra in your cream puffs
This year boop-dee-doop meet me in Brussels
by I Am Anaya
Santa's cutie, we got in a tussle last year
When I stole an icicle kiss as I drew near
Hollywood's Harvey, you fixed
When his advances you nixed
So, I'll see you in Brussels, so get over here!
by Robert Gorelick
When Santa Clause went in for the tussle
He got himself into lots of trouble
His cold icy lips
To her lips did stick
And the iced cold had froze every muscle
by Belle Bellevue
I'm a Yankee Drooling Senior
Trousers pulled up nipple high
Food stains on my shirt and in my hair
Happy but I don't know why
Got to see my family doctor
Really painful when I pee
All you people hear me farting
Better hide the children
Cause I am about to let one fly
(To the tune of Yankee Doodle Dandy.
Apologies to George M. Cohan.)
The cock wakes her up in the morning
she loves his cocka doodle ring
its longer then hubbies thing
thicker then a piece of string
Perhaps a vibrator that sings ?
Brave young men, missions of laughter
Returnees ~ wounded ever after
Cock-a-doodle-do
The day is quite new
A worship day, I presume
Many still wallow in sin's perfume
I wonder how they do it
Even in His presence, they don't quit
Hypocritical hands raised in worship
Giving lip-service, oh! so cheap!
Cock-a-doodle-do
I don't mean to insult you
What I see is what I say
Our neighbours don't worship, they go to slay
My oga's wife wanted me for Easter
If not for the intervention of her daughter
So I am reporting her, dear brethren
She gives more attention to her yeye oven.
Cock-a-doodle-do
What is that smelly brew?
Oga takes one shot every morning
When he thinks everyone is sleeping
I stand on one leg and observe
Waiting to crow with the strength I reserve
Hypocrites make me want to puke
After they will quote the book of Luke.
Cock-a-doodle-do
There is life to receive anew
As I see these things daily
My heart worships God early
He created me to crow
And in obedience, I do so
So, why can't His best creation
Hold on to this eternal salvation?
Cock-a-doodle-do!!!!
So, would you tell me Sir, what can’t a labradoodle do
You’ll never hear a labradoodle Cock-a-doodle-do
Neither will a wallaby or skippy kangaroo
Nor anything not chicken, and not a cockatoo
Huskies and Alsatians, they don’t figure in equations
You’ll never see them mouthing off at the United Nations
Or acting as the acting head of covert operations
Though they might do a better job if aided by Dalmatians
So why is it that all the news, whichever news you view
Shows Downing Street or Washington without further ado
Where some bloke with a flag behind him speaks at me and you
But when I listen all I hear is Cock-a-doodle-do
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