Hobbo: The French are a romantic bunch aren’t they Dauphy?
Dauphy: We are, why?
Hobbo: I thought that I’d move away from funny poems and try my hand at something a bit more romantic.
Dauphy: Mon Dieu!
Hobbo: So, I’ve written a love poem.
Dauphy: This has trouble written all over it! Let’s have a look then…
A Yorksher love poem Tha'll get me pension, when I die and 'tools inside me shed. You are the gravy in me pie the girl I chose to wed. Tha's like the salt, I put on 'chips The froth that warms me beer a lass that wobbles when she strips to who there's no compeer. And tha's the lass what 'ad me kids and set me 'eart a thuddin'. As solid as two dustbin lids the air in 'Yorksher puddin'. Tha's the mush in mushy peas The fluff in fluffy slippers What taught me 'bout the birds 'n'bees The girl that cooks me kippers. Tha's the match what lit me fire The stubble on me chin Who dances like a tumble drier The nine in feminine. So, me love, rough as you are 'tis death will force our partin' Tha's more use norra flashy car Despite tha' flippin' fartin'. Yorksher: Yorkshire tha'll: you will me: my tha's: you are compeer: compare 'eart: heart Yorkshire pudding: A savoury'pudding' eaten with roast dinners norra: than a
Dauphy: The mush in mushy peas!
Hobbo: I know, it’s good isn’t it?
Dauphy: Has Mrs Hobbo seen this?
Hobbo: No. Not yet.
Dauphy: Well, don’t show her it, or you’re dead!
Hobbo: Why? I thought she’d like it.
Dauphy: Where do I start?…
This is fabulous!!!! I love it! π
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πThank you! Some people erroneously think that we Tykes (Yorkshiremen) have no romance in our souls! Can’t think why! π
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It reminds me of CJ Dennis. The romance is sweet but not corny. He has a wonderful poem in “The Sentimental Bloke” about how much he loves his missus. But it’s dispersed throughout with her saying “the firewood’s getting low”.
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Thanks for this. I’m just looking at his stuff now. It is very witty. Observational humour at its best.π
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Perhaps you could read her it on Valentines Day over a bag of chips…
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I wouldn’t want to spoil her! π
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That’s brilliant!
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πππWhy thank you!!!
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Amazing!!!
Worthy of any Valentine’s Day card!! πππ€
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ππThanks. They ought to make more cards like this!
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Absolutely!! ππ€
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Listen to Dauphy.
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I always listen to Dauphy!
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hilarious; so clever; and Dauphy was the first to hear it: lucky dog π
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Dauphy is ruined rottenπ
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maybe, but you won’t hear him complaining π
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oh, he never complains!π
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Okay okay …. an honest expression of love, without the flowers and candy. Best love when it comes from the heart. Dauphy your wrong on this Mrs. H knows her man. πππ
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Heheheπ
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Mrs. Hobbo’s a lucky gal. Sincerely dear, this poem here. π Happy Valentine’s Day to you both…and Dauphy too!
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πI’m sure she had a tear in the corner of her eye when I read it to her, although it could be conjunctivitis playing her up again.
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hehe! π
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