Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
Natural Nonsense
Natural Nonsense A curtain of hail Had awoken the snail Who jumped out of his shell To find all was not well With his friend basking shark Who'd been up with the lark At the sound of the bark Of the dog who can't sleep Despite counting sheep Jumping over a gate Unaware that their fate Is to end on a plate Swimming in gravy With a seal from the navy Battling the tide And nowhere to hide From the wife and his bride Both of them male Who'd got out of jail In a curtain of hail...
Dauphy, “Do we start again then?”
Hobbo,”No, not unless you want to.”
Dauphy, “It doesn’t make sense.”
Hobbo, “It’s nonsense.”
Dauphy, “And you say I’m daft…”
Socko! I like Dauphy. You’ll do, but I LIKE Dauphy. Dauphy and Clutch. Sounds like a vaudeville act.
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Dauphy and Clutch. Love it!
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