"donger" poems - Hello Poetry

Scatman John is our one true god Look at him show off his **** hat. His big giant Donger gets me wet. All hail the Scatman.

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May 14, 2015

May 14, 2015 at 8:28 AM UTC

jimmy-peep-meme

The Funky Scatman

Scatman John is our one true god Look at him show off his **** hat. His big giant Donger gets me wet. All hail the Scatman.

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We could kindle the twigs and the fallen leaves Dry as a dead dingo's donger And make a fire which burns for a while But betimes would flicker and out it goes sooner or later We could even build a house skillfully like the cassican Sight to a sore eyes on completion A beautiful paradise and definitely talk of the town But talks are like baby fat they always disappear We could write in the sand as we stand on the shore The tale of our union but the tides will come Or even inscribe on a rock the symbol of our love There for years until denudation knocks So I think it's better if we dig the ground Not to keep the dead but to grow a life As we sow a seed which grows for life Come the seasons under the sun A saviour on a sunny day With nectariferous flowers bearing fruit with seeds A zoar for birds and other figures of life Green that adds to the already colourful work of art Come let's plant a tree today on the spot Where our hearts melted like iron in a furnace As the smith forges what he pleases Where we met after days spent following the treasure trail Where we first kissed and nothing else mattered But the wrestle of two lit tongues Right where love found us and we found love The clouds bearing witness Though a howling gale may rise Bring it down like the leaves in autumn But there's always a contingency plan Seeds that will sprout in spring

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Oct 4, 2019

Oct 4, 2019 at 10:27 AM UTC

Danny_inks

Plant a tree

We could kindle the twigs and the fallen leaves Dry as a dead dingo's donger And make a fire which burns for a while But betimes would flicker and out it goes sooner or later We could even build a house skillfully like the cassican Sight to a sore eyes on completion A beautiful paradise and definitely talk of the town But talks are like baby fat they always disappear We could write in the sand as we stand on the shore The tale of our union but the tides will come Or even inscribe on a rock the symbol of our love There for years until denudation knocks So I think it's better if we dig the ground Not to keep the dead but to grow a life As we sow a seed which grows for life Come the seasons under the sun A saviour on a sunny day With nectariferous flowers bearing fruit with seeds A zoar for birds and other figures of life Green that adds to the already colourful work of art Come let's plant a tree today on the spot Where our hearts melted like iron in a furnace As the smith forges what he pleases Where we met after days spent following the treasure trail Where we first kissed and nothing else mattered But the wrestle of two lit tongues Right where love found us and we found love The clouds bearing witness Though a howling gale may rise Bring it down like the leaves in autumn But there's always a contingency plan Seeds that will sprout in spring

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"WITH ME" Dwell with me, in my craziness.. Walk with me, in my walk on the dusty track.. And let's make admiration upon our dirtiness.. A track, no amount of canniness can avail a passer from being dust stained.. Walk a tightrope with me, through the precarious and drier than a dead dingo's donger deserts, through the most Arctic temperate regions of the universe, we would keep each other warm... Stay with me, even if scanty my lot is of present.. Dance with me, amidst the wildest of chaos.. Dream with me, my wildest of dreams.. Play with me, like a child, hold not a thing back.. Swim with me, in the river of life, together we can make it through the current flow.. Let thou and I take the sorry scheme of things entire and diffuse, stir and neutralize it.. To the desire of our soul.. sail with through the roughest of seas, in search for a world, not in existence, yet..

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Mar 10, 2020

Mar 10, 2020 at 8:40 AM UTC

SanusiAyebabra

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"WITH ME" Dwell with me, in my craziness.. Walk with me, in my walk on the dusty track.. And let's make admiration upon our dirtiness.. A track, no amount of canniness can avail a passer from being dust stained.. Walk a tightrope with me, through the precarious and drier than a dead dingo's donger deserts, through the most Arctic temperate regions of the universe, we would keep each other warm... Stay with me, even if scanty my lot is of present.. Dance with me, amidst the wildest of chaos.. Dream with me, my wildest of dreams.. Play with me, like a child, hold not a thing back.. Swim with me, in the river of life, together we can make it through the current flow.. Let thou and I take the sorry scheme of things entire and diffuse, stir and neutralize it.. To the desire of our soul.. sail with through the roughest of seas, in search for a world, not in existence, yet..

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