Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
Christmas 2020
Christmas 2020 It was Christmas Eve at Santa's And Rudolph had not made the squad The others, were all out delivering And he had been left on his tod. A positive test had floored Rudolph Suspected of Covid nineteen The North Pole was too isolated To get there, with virus vaccine. The reindeer was sat with his feet up Toasting his hooves by the fire His nose getting redder and redder The flames growing higher and higher. Suddenly, whoosh, an explosion Like the big bang, but more loud Disturbed Rudolph's snooze by the fire Covering the world in a cloud. His nose had ignited the fairy dust Used to make presents for kids And the cloud which now covered our planet Was it fatal? No, heaven forbids. The dust was now targeting Covid The virus was weakened, then killed Now we all get to celebrate Christmas And Rudolph, our hero, is thrilled.
Dauphy: More loud? You’ll have Don’s grammar police on to you!
Sounds like the perfect ending!
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Yay!!!
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You been on the sherry already?
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Can you tell? 😂😂
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Suspect the Sangria had something to do with this twist. Well done.
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You guessed!😂😂
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I love this one: so positive and bouncy 🙂
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Thanks.
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Thanks!
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That’s the warmest wishes I’ve seen yet! Nicely done…hehe
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Thank you!
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