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FORD GOES TO TOWN

A PEEVED OFF DOUG FORD

WITH TRUMP, HE HAS STRUCK A CHORD

NOW TRUMP WANTS FORD GORED

MAYBE YES MAYBE NO

LOT UP TO DOUG FORD

SAYS A DEAL WE CAN AFFORD

OR CUT DOWN WITH SWORD

A TRADE DEAL MAYBE

US BOOZE BACK ON SHELVES I SEE

JUST LEAVE THAT STUFF BE

Remembering Uncle Doug

REMEMBERING UNCLE DOUG:
(Written by Michelle L. LeBlanc 05/24/2025)

Your love will always be remembered 
As will your heart for family & friends 
Thank you for your love and kindness
And your heart to give a helping hand 

Though today your ashes are buried in the soil
Your love is deposited in our hearts
And although we may not see you now 
We know your spirit did not depart

And now as you join with family 
Of the ones who had gone on before 
You are still having your family reunions 
As those relationships have been restored!


Sal, Fish And Doug - Nonsense Poetry

oh
Sal saw sea
beyond the seesaw

but
did her fish suit swimming
in a flashy swimsuit

Doug, her dog 
at the pantomime
groans a panting moan

then 
Sal, fish and Doug
did a selfie on her phone

Premium Member Lou And Doug

“Politics is a contact sport” —Steve Chabot
It ain't over 'till it's over   —Yogi Berra

Loug And Doug

Pleasant gentlemen both, broad shouldered and tall
Good sports who respect the umpire's call
Playing the game with pride and joy
Sincerely humble, never coy
Staunch New Yorkers with their eyes on the ball

The Meaning of a Poet

In hindsight, I’ve always kept my mind right, 
I only lose sleep at night over the  that I write,
it’s like the weight on Atlas’ shoulders, are you hearing what this rap is,
a fight against the controllers, modern day john the Baptist,
but I ain’t selling a savior, it’s too late for later,
my labor of love, Ep the revelator,
takin my time, like im taking in drugs, chill Doug,
never underestimate the evil that man do,
and never take on more than you can handle,
I got a weed based diet, along with scripting the ill ,
I am the Ecliptic, sun worship, if it don’t rhyme, don’t force it,
spray cans on the brain, Ramo on the train tracks,
’s never been the same as way back,
people fade, the brain finds a new pathway to explain,
why the fuk life is how it is,
society is aimed at making you feel powerless,
9-5, ain’t that some ,
but you do what you have to when your passionate,
Randy Orton pose like a statue, Ricky Morton arm drag,
I’m opposed to the fascist posing radical, I’m burning els with Cobra Command and Zartan,
they say I thyme like an animal, I say I’m more of a sage, ageless stoic, 
but I put it down nice, that’s the meaning of a poet.


Premium Member Doug and Carrie

Doug Heffernan
A goofy and humorous man
He spurred belly laughs with every show
Sad when the King of sitcom had to go

Carrie Heffernan
A wife and workaholic with a plan
She never seemed to get a break
with Doug's demands of burgers and steak

10/3/21

Contest: Clerihew 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May

( The King of Queens )

Post Pandemic Doug

I never thought of Doug
as particularly intelligent
or interesting
And as he stood next to the fireplace
With a cigar in one hand 
And a scotch in the other
He fumbled for words
Making feeble attempts to impress
But we knew better
the family and I
We knew of his past
His inability to keep 
Both gainful employment 
And wives
He seemed quite pitiful
when one by one everyone left
The room
Each using their own excuse
Some the restroom
The other a quite boring game of football
On the television 
But anything was better than seeing Doug
And the massive success he had
In making himself a complete bore
It almost made me long for the isolation
Of the pandemic.

Premium Member Doug and Debbie, the Lord Says That You Make Him To Smile

Doug and Debbie, The LORD 
Says That You Make HIM to Smile


Doug and Debbie, the LORD says that you make HIM smile
when HE looks upon you two,
because that you willingly work at the things
HE has called for you to do.

HE says that HE can trust you to follow HIM in
whatever way that HE will lead, 
knowing and trusting that you will stay on the path 
as in this with HIM, you have agreed.

There is no limit in the future plans
that HE will call you to, 
as when you chose to follow HIM 
stating you both will do what HE says to do.

At the first, you might have thought that it was 
pure happenstance that caused you one day to meet, 
but the LORD says, “No, I am the ONE who planned
your paths as you walked them on your feet.

One day, you both will stand before 
HIS glorious throne, 
and with such love and joy
our FATHER will say, “MY dear ones welcome home”!

Written by: 

Marilyn S. Jennings
December 31, 2019

Premium Member Bob and Doug Mackenzie

heare i sit naught
giving a sh_t
so what dy'a xpect eh?!


stan

Premium Member Doug Disappeared On a Monday

Doug disappeared on a Monday right after he had finished his little to-do list.
Clean house, check, do laundry, check, take dog to vet, check, spray mirror with slightly warm Wind-mist.
It was  his current list, his wife stated adamantly. I keep them  here in a little file.
Yes, she had every days’s since they had gotten married. Stacked end to end, they went a country mile.
Doug was found six years later, but refused to come back, making his wife and his mother really sad.
They both had laborious to-do lists by then, and Doug had been the best worker they’d ever had.

Amy and Doug

Amy and Doug 
Thinking about Dog and Amy Louise
Always will bring me down to my knees
Amy Louise is close to my Brother
One or two grave stones away from each other
Amy Louise had lived eight weeks of life
It cut though my heart, like a never used knife
During the sorrow of burying my Brother
My eyes they kept turning to the tomb of another
Brother I thought, you had forty long years
I think Amy’s short life, brought out my tears
So just when you think that, life is a squeeze
Say a little prayer for Amy Louise
Amy Louise had only eight weeks of life
It cut through my heart like a never used knife.
My brother Doug was built like a bull
He enjoyed lots of things, lived life to the full
Forty years old when a kid stole a car
Crash, bang and wallop, it left a huge scar
So Amy and Doug are neighbours as such
They lie in a graveyard, you can’t ask for much
Eight weeks of life, such a short time to be
It stung more than my bro’s death, take it from me
Eight weeks of life, then gone like a breeze
I will always think of you
Sweet Amy Louise

Doug Jones Did Come Across

Doug Jones Came Across

While visiting Senate we came across,
Doug Jones from Alabama a new boss;
We were impressed,
With way he dressed;
Competitor impostor was a complete loss. 

James Horn

Doug Moench,S Aztec Ace

He protects the future, from the past .

But u better bring a doctor kwick ! 

Because that girl is bleeding fast !

Win bad gize attack the past ,

& the prezint and future change ,

Sum one must put things back ,

Like it should be .

But , like In Time- loop cases ,

Everyone 4-gets wut just happend ,

Except 4 ayleins & time travelers .

Hide-ing extra time machines ,

In Aztec pyramids , well! Wair wood u hide them ?

Doug moench story's are allways better with 

Paul galaxy art .ths isn,t as grate as

(6-from-Sirius) , but it's way better than

Air boy ! ...

Doug the Pug

Once upon a time there was a pug who's name was Doug.
He wore uggs, and played with slugs.
Doug looked like a bug.
Also doug has a favorite rug.
The pug always dug and sat in a mug.
Then doug took a bath in the tub.
Doug has a friend who's name is cub.
Doug took cub to the tub.
Doug took a nap in the tub with his friend cub.
Doug the pug tooted in the tub.
Doug lugged everything in the tub.
Doug and cub met a friend named stug.
Doug, Cub, and Stug fell in love.
Rub oh dub oh dub.
That is what we call puppy love.

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