Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
If coal was blue
If coal was blue
If coal was blue
Instead of black
And ducks went moo
Instead of quack.
If seas were dry
And deserts wet
If pigs could fly
In pirouettes.
If moons were square
Instead of round
And Polar bears
Grew in the ground.
If saints were bad
And cows were pink
I'd think I'd had
Too much to drink.
Brilliant, thanks for making me laugh this chilly and grey morning!
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You’re welcome. Always a pleasure to hear from you!😂
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Such a build up of suspense! 😀 😀
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good one
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Thank you 🙂
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What a wonderful world it would be
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hehehe! 🙂
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Indeed the master.
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takes very small, almost imperceptible bow!…
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😁 went down great with my coffee. Cheers
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Pleased you enjoyed it. A sort of poetical digestive biscuit to go with the coffee.🙂
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Fantastic, left me with a big smile. Also reminded me of the Muppets Show and Pigs in Space!
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I like to keep people smiling!😂
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love this one, the topsy turvy world view, the fun, absurdist rhymes 🙂
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Thank you!🙂
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I love the silly tone and of course pigs pirouetting, just perfect.
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I’ve often seen those pigs!
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