Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
V Day
Dauphy: Valentine’s day tomorrow. Have you got me anything?
Hobbo: You know what I think about Valentine’s Day, so no!
Dauphy: Well, I’ve written you a poem.
Hobbo: That’s really sweet of you.
Dauphy: So, you might see your way to some extra treats?
Hobbo: I don’t see why not. I’ve written a sonnet for tomorrow.
Dauphy: For Mrs Hobbo?
Hobbo: Of course.
Dauphy: Hecky thump!
Hobbo: What do you mean?
Dauphy: Don’t you remember what she thought of your last effort at romance?
Hobbo: No.
Dauphy: Well…
I am looking forward to this, though I feel I must warn you, we already have one about pie and peas!
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It’s coming shortly. Pie and peas are not the only way a Yorkshireman can express his love, as you will soon see!
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It’s just as well, as pie and peas are taken!
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hehe!
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No woman can resist the sultry format of a sonnet, can’t wait to hear how she likes it.
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Hehe!
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the ‘sultry format of a sonnet’; I love that; hope it impresses the lady of the manor 🙂
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we shall see!
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